Today's middle class Americans maintain a stable outlook which in reality masks the turmoil existing behind drawn blinds.
There is alcoholism, promiscuous sex, for the adult and teenager alike, and, for some, the breakup of marital relationships as a result of mate-swapping. The children observe their parents' so-called "mature" lifestyles. The mark is made, the effect lasts a lifetime.
This is the story of a family and its gradual progression toward debauchery where family relationships mean nothing and the satisfaction of the the senses means everything. What happens to these parents and their children is a startling revelation of how events can alter personalities, how fate plays with all.
Business as usual is the daily norm. But is it? Not for the characters in this story-outwardly, yes, but in reality, no.
THE DAUGHTER SWAPPERS-a novel which reveals what is really happening behind the closed doors throughout America.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"Not bad," murmured George Halsey as the brunette slipped off her tight dress. "Not bad at all!"
She now wore a lacy black bra, sheer matching panties and misty black nylons and heels. She was slender and creamy-skinned, about twenty-eight or nine, George figured. There was something about her eyes and sultry lips that suggested she would be a terrific fuck.
George was already naked, his long hard-on quivering above his thick, hairy balls. Suddenly the brunette laughed. He felt a stab of anger.
"What's so funny?" he growled. "My dick?"
"No, not that," she said quickly. "I just realized that my husband is in the next room!"
He chuckled, feeling relieved: Maybe he didn't have a whopper like King Kong, but no one had ever complained about his thick, throbbing prick.
"Well, so's my wife, honey. How about taking the rest of it off?"
George sat on the edge of the bed while she began stripping naked, using slow, lascivious movements. Her tits were small, but very sexy, firm and pale with huge tan nipples that tilted upward. They were fat with desire now, and he lit a cigarette casually while she paused to stroke her tits for a minute, darting her tongue around her lips. At the rate she was stripping, he had plenty of time for a cigarette.
George had just met her thirty minutes ago, although they'd talked on the phone a number of times this week, mostly obscene suggestions. George and his wife Sheila had driven thirty miles to this small bedroom community from San Jose. This wife-swapping session had been arranged through a friend in George's office, who also went in for hot housewives.
The brunette's name was Vera, and she had a marvelously firm ass, George saw now as the cheeks rippled through her sheer panties. There was something George had failed to tell Vera, and he had a funny feeling it was going to cause trouble, but he didn't want to think about that now. Not with the slinky brunette propping one silken leg on a chair to teasingly roll off her nylons.
A huge drop of cream oozed out of George's inflamed knob as he saw her creamy thighs were wet with her cunt-honey. She was a hot one, all right, already softly jerking her pussy as she rolled the other nylon off. Nice legs too, slender, the kind he liked to have locked around his waist while she swung that sleek ass.
"The girl in the living room," George said suddenly, dying of curiosity. "She your daughter?"
The brunette flashed with anger and straightened up, her petite tits heaving. "Hell, no! How old do you think I am, George? She's my husband's daughter by his first marriage. I'm only twenty-five."
Bullshit, thought George with a grin. But the girl in the living room was a living sex-angel, wide-eyed, ripe-breasted, with the most luscious ass he'd seen in a long time. Was her father getting any of that gorgeous ass? George wondered.
Because his own softly curved daughter was about the same age, an ingenious plan had suddenly flashed in the insurance salesman's mind. Goddamn, if it worked!
But his plan quickly faded from his mind as Vera stepped out of panties and stood before him, hands on hips, softly jerking her silken-haired cunt. Her eyes smoldered and her small tits rose and fell as she stared at George's prick.
"Eat it," she whispered. "Eat me, honey."
He swallowed hard. "You first, Vera. You go down on me first, baby."
She hesitated, licking her sultry lips, torn between wanting her madly hot pussy eaten and giving this ruggedly built stranger a wild blow job. For a minute it was a standoff. Then with a soft moan, Vera knelt between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bed, gently grasped his balls in one hand and lifted his pounding hot meat with the other. She thrust it eagerly in her boiling mouth.
"Ooooh, lady!" gasped George, startled at the fiery tight suction of her mouth. He clutched her head in his hands, inched forward on the mattress and began to fuck the brunette's mouth with groans of intense pleasure. She might have been thirty, and she might have small-but very sexy-tits, and George strongly suspected she was a real bitch with her husband. But what a fantastic, spine-tingling, ball-busting, roller-coasting blow job!
That was the beauty of wife-swapping for George. You never knew what you were going to get until you got it. Every time he saw another man's wife, George found himself wondering what her tits would feel like in his hands, and if they were ripe and lush enough. He wondered what her ass felt like and whether she would love having it fucked brutally. What would her cunt be like pumping and squirming on his rod, tight and juicy and on fire with heat? Would she be a wildly sucking little animal, or just another piece of pussy?
But even as the brunette feverishly sucked his cock to a quickening rhythm, jerking the base in her hot fist, gurgling in her throat with lust, George couldn't get his mind off the girl in the living room.
Or off his own daughter.
George was just aching to take his daughter's cherry. Hell, most girls her age had already lost it in the bushes or at dope parties or in the back seat of a car. And he would have done it already, too, if it hadn't been for his wife, a pretty blonde with lavish tits and a plumply curved ass, but with a backward set of morals as far as George was concerned.
"Hey, that's good!" he gasped when Vera suddenly scraped her teeth gently across the length of his stiff cock to make it tingle fiercely. "Don't worry," he added quickly. "I won't shoot off in your mouth."
The hell he wouldn't!
And if her soaked cunt was half as tight and juicy as her mouth, he was good for a total of three comes in a row-her mouth, her hot-looking pussy, and up her compact, creamy-skinned ass.
But Vera was not born yesterday. As she gave her wildly exciting blow job, her super-special as her husband called it, she used her free hands to push George back on the mattress. And with a smoothness of movement born of long experience with a great many men, Vera didn't miss a stroke on his pounding meat with her hungry lips and tongue as she climbed onto the bed, too. She shifted her body around in reverse, with her folded knees on each side of his ribs. Her dripping cunt now loomed over George's face and was inching down toward his mouth, whether he liked it or not.
Before he knew it, Vera was lustfully rubbing her wild pussy against his mouth. To his surprised pleasure, it tasted delicious! And as she ground her hot, silken cunt to his face, George dug his fingers into her satiny ass and rubbed it happily, shoving his tongue deep into her juicy depths.
Then the sixty-nine became a frantic, cocksucking, pussy-eating contest of thrills. Vera knew he intended to get his rocks off in her mouth-which she had loved ever since she went down on the entire high-school football team after a great victory. But the lewd brunette had every intention of coming all over his face first.
To accomplish that, Vera used a simple but very effective trick. She gripped the base of George's hot prick in her thumb and forefinger in a fierce, vise-like grip, so that it would be almost impossible for him to come as long as she held the grip. It nearly cut off the circulation to his cock, but it also desensitized it.
The rugged salesman couldn't come now if all the pussy in Paris sat on his face, in an assembly line.
Now Vera unleashed her full battery of tricks on his rod as she lustfully fucked his helpless mouth. She sucked madly for a minute, then lashed her tongue across his knob violently to make him groan. She dipped her mouth down to lap at his balls, giving them a wet and wanton tongue-job for a minute. George, molten thrills rippling through his loins, sucked on her squirming cunt with torrid excitement.
Her creamy ass was trembling and sweating in his hands now, and George slipped a finger up her boiling shitter to make her scream. It was more or less a test to see if she liked anything wriggling around up there, and George knew she'd crave the feel of his stiff cock pounding savagely up her soft butt.
In fact, the hot brunette liked anything to do with sex and could get her rocks off just watching and not even touching her pussy.
More than once Vera had gone into a frenzy of heat watching her stepdaughter stroll around the house in her bikini. The fantastic little fox! Vera would desperately love to go down on those tawny thighs, have the girl sit on her face for breakfast, lunch and dinner, but her husband absolutely would not hear of it.
The question that nagged and tormented the sexy brunette was whether he was getting it! Although he denied it hotly, she wondered. Because his daughter knew what was going on between them and other couples. Hell, she'd have to be stupid not to know, with all the action around here on weekends.
Vera's husband had told her that the girl knew all right, but simply accepted it as a grown-up game which had nothing to do with her. Really now!
Incensed by the thought that her husband might be dipping his fleshy cock into those sweet, gorgeous young thighs while she went starving for them, Vera suddenly took her anger out on George. She bit his dick savagely, just a sharp little nip but enough to make him yelp and slap her hard on her naked, swinging ass.
The fact that he couldn't get his rocks off while the brunette held her iron grip on his prick didn't annoy George-yet. For one thing, her pussy was a hot, luscious animal, fragrant and slippery on his face, her cunt-honey oozing in small delicious gushes in his mouth. And her ass felt terrifically exciting as it bounced in his fingers, the flesh wet with sweat and hot with lust.
For another thing, Vera had desensitized him just enough so that he could really enjoy her fabulous blow job without coming. Christ, if only his own wife could give a ball-breaker like this!
As Vera started coming over George's face in spasms of ecstasy, George thought about what he'd conveniently forgotten to tell both Vera and her husband.
His wife Sheila had a slight problem right now. That is, she'd gone into this wife-swapping deal very reluctantly, and this was her first time.
For the past two years, George had used single swingers for swapping, letting other couples assume it was his wife. When Sheila had found out about that, there had been a hailstorm of shit. That's when George calmly told her she could stop it anytime she wanted to-by joining him in the action. For a week she'd argued, and stormed and fought the idea, but she finally gave in, exactly as George knew she would.
He'd gotten the singles through bar pickups mostly, promising them something very different. So George got the best of everything, fucking them first until he was sated, and then using them to swap.
George happened to be a very good salesman, in the insurance business and in the screwing business. Although he was a sloppy, inconsiderate husband, a lousy father, and told the same dumb jokes over and over and over, he was one hell of a salesman-his mission in life.
In fact, it was a remarkable feat that George had ever talked his wife into it. Sheila had a strict religious upbringing and felt it was immoral to even get his long dick near her voluptuous ass. But she'd been strikingly beautiful when George met her fourteen years ago, a lush, leggy blonde and a virgin at twenty-one.
By Christ, he'd done the greatest sales-job of his life and talked her into marrying him.
Only those customers of George who knew just how hot a salesman he was understood how he'd gotten a knockout like Sheila. It wasn't his looks, although he wasn't ugly. It sure as hell wasn't his manners or his charm or the loud checkered suits he wore, which proved he had to be color blind if nothing else. And it couldn't be George's brains, because in some ways he could be very dumb, although he did get occasional flashes of genius-like the one about his daughter and the lovely little thing he'd seen in the living room earlier.
Had George not been a super-salesman he would have certainly gone through life a complete dud, married to some other shapeless dud.
But because he could be very persuasive when he had to, George made an excellent living in a tough business. He got more ass than he could handle-although they always left him quiekly after the first or second time, seeing through his glib bullshit. And he had managed to end up after all this time with a wife that was still a hard-on inspiring blonde, a very cute daughter and a wild idea, which if it worked out would place George squarely in Teenage Pussy Heaven.
Vera was coming in his mouth again, he suddenly realized, as she swung her ripe ass furiously and gushed hot pussy-juice on his cheeks. Screaming low in her throat as George pumped his finger lustfully deep in her tender asshole, Vera released her iron grip on his prick. She was quickly rewarded with a torrent of boiling come, wild gushes of jism which she gulped down with raw moaning greed.
And just in time, too, George thought with shaky relief as she pulled her sweating soft thighs from his face. He gulped great lungfuls of air, feeling as if he'd almost been strangled by crazed cunt. But once the feverish brunette got her lewd mouth on your cock, you were hooked.
"Great blow job," he gasped.
"You weren't bad yourself, Georgie," she said, her sleek ass bouncing as she got up and poured two more martinis from the pitcher she'd brought in the bedroom. Vera had always prided herself on being a perfect hostess. She would provide a guest with everything they needed-including all the hot, wanton sex they could handle.
All she asked in return was that you eat her relentlessly throbbing cunt before you put anything else up there. And that ritual had begun when a tall, curvaceous stewardess had met Vera at a party, taken her back to her motel room and sucked the raving brunette off until she thought she would die at the tender age of nineteen.
Up until then, Vera had only made it with boys and men, so many she couldn't remember them all. But the lust-crazed stewardess had changed her life. The tall, foxy blonde wasn't just luscious to look at and hungry for pussy. She was an artist, a breathtaking poet when it came to cunt-sucking. She was a thrilling, muff-diving maniac who couldn't get enough and who would drive you into a padded cell if you dared to come back after that first shattering night.
Like a lot of wives who were into swapping, Vera was a switch-hitter who swung with equal lust with either sex, which was primarily why her husband married her. She was, as George accurately guessed, an irritating, high-strung bitch to live with. But she was also a fantastic fuck and a fabulous asset when it came to swapping. Other husbands instantly sensed she was a terrific lay, and therefore Vera and her husband had more action than they could handle when it came to willing volunteers.
What George, in his blissful ignorance, did not know was that Vera did not particularly want to go to bed with him. But once her husband saw Sheila, that was it. He had to have the hotly curved blonde, even though Vera sensed she might have sex hang-ups, might even be frigid, deep down.
As always, Vera's judgment was amazingly accurate.
But the slender, wild-lipped brunette had run into wives like Sheila before and she knew how to handle them perfectly. She had, most of the time, the perfect cure for inhibited, hung-up women.
Herself.
And it was obvious to Vera from the moment she saw George's wife that she was new at the game, and that she was frightened. There was a very good chance she would back down, which would send Vera's husband into a rage.
Vera chuckled out loud, making George look at her curiously.
Because, if the hot, swinging brunette was right, her asshole husband would come running to her for help, his big dick in one hand, the other waving madly in the air.
Beside her, George stirred eagerly as his prick pounded, fully erect once more. "How do you want it, baby?" he said hoarsely to Vera.
"I think we'd better not start just yet." She grinned at him.
His eyebrows rose. "Why not?"
"Because," she said sweetly, flicking her finger sharply at his hard-on to make him gasp. "If my calculations are right, honey, my husband is gonna come bursting in here in about one more minute."
"For what, for Christ's sake?" George exploded.
She sighed, staring at him somberly. "Shit, you really aren't too bright, are you, Georgie? I mean, you're cute and you eat a mean pussy, but goddamn, are you blind too?"
George shook his head, utterly baffled. "I don't get it, Vera. What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your wife, dummy. She's sick."
"She is?" George sat up, startled. "What's wrong with her?"
"She's hung up," Vera said with contempt. "She doesn't want to swap and swing, and she won't either. She's sick in the head, which is a shame with that gorgeous body. But don't you worry, Georgie, Vera will fix everything. Christ, if I charged for stuff like that I'd be richer than Bank of America."
Before George could reply to that one, there was a violent knock on the door. Vera's husband came striding in, his face flushed with rage. He wore a towel around his trim, athletic body and he was glaring at George.
Vera turned to George, too. "See what I mean?" she said sweetly. "Right on schedule.".
"Goddammit, what kind of a deal is this?" Lloyd snapped. "You said everything was fine, George, that she'd swing like a maniac. She won't even let me get it in, for Christ's sake! What kind of a shitty trade is that?"
"Now you just calm down, partner," Vera said, getting off the bed and reaching for her robe. "Just leave me alone with her for an hour, and everything will be fine. Maybe," she added softly, her eyes gleaming, "better than fine. This is the kind of challenge I love!"
She strode out of the room, leaving the two men gaping behind her.
When it came to sex, Vera was the ultimate repair service. She used a combination of shrewd psychology, hungry lips, long, lascivious tongue, hot insatiable pussy and everything else she could bring to bear. If it was fixable, Vera would fix it.
And even if she didn't, she always got her rocks off wildly in the process of trying.
CHAPTER TWO
In the other bedroom, Sheila Halsey lay beneath the sheets naked, confused, frightened and angry. No matter how hard she'd tried to surrender to Lloyd, her stern religious principles would not permit her.
It was one of the ironies of life that a lusciously curved, hotly sexy woman like Sheila had been raised in such a way by her strict parents that sex-pleasure was a horrible sin to be avoided at all costs.
She'd only agreed to this depraved exchange in order to stop her husband from running around with other women. But it just wasn't working, because going to bed with a stranger made her skin crawl.
God only knows how hard she tried to be pleasant, to permit him to put his thick, fleshy prick inside her trembling pussy. But as she lay there, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, hearing his grunts and gasps while he sucked on her tits and probed with his clumsy hands, she knew it was a lost cause.
Finally he'd stormed out of the room and Sheila let out a deep, shaking sigh of relief. She'd decided the only solution to this horrifying mess was a divorce. It would be painful, it was against her principles, and it would be hard on her lovely daughter, but that's the way it was going to be.
She was lying there, catching her breath and composing herself and getting ready to get dressed and leave when Vera came into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Sheila's face stiffened. The woman was a born tramp, as any decent woman could see. She said nothing as the brunette came over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with sympathy.
"You poor thing," Vera murmured, taking her hand and squeezing. "You feel awful, don't you?"
In spite of herself, Sheila nodded, tears brimming up in her eyes. Sometimes it helped to talk to another woman, even if she was obviously a whore.
With cunning, Vera began to draw her out, prodding her to talk about her feelings. For ten solid minutes Sheila cried and blurted out how she felt about her husband and this whole shocking business.
Vera simply nodded, squeezed her hand and let her rave on. An expert in feminine psychology-something she'd learned not in a school but in bed with an endless string of horny girls and frustrated housewives-the sly brunette calmly crawled in bed with her as she talked, hugging her. Sheila, who desperately sought understanding and warmth, saw, nothing strange about it and actually responded with a hug of her own as she ranted on about her exasperating fourteen-year marriage to a lecher like George.
Vera was the warm, sympathetic sister every woman needed at one time or another. Sheila had no sisters or brothers, she just had that fast-talking wimp, George.
And as the blonde talked, Vera opened her robe and squeezed her soft, hot tits to Sheila's, who was now sobbing in her arms. She was giving the lush blonde all the warmth and reassurance she needed right now. Even Sheila was startled at her own frankness, at how she poured out the shocking facts of her revolting sex-life with George. Once or twice a month she dutifully let him ram his awful cock up her ass! Of all the perverted, depraved monsters!
After the first five minutes, Sheila had already revised her harsh opinion of Vera. Why, the brunette was actually nice in spite of her shameful sex-life! It was a profound experience for the blonde to pour her heart out like this to another woman, because she had no one she could really talk to when it came down to intimate sex details.
It occurred to Vera that the blonde was very naive, very innocent indeed for her age. She'd probably never even fucked around on her husband. She'd probably never had her hot, golden pussy eaten out properly, either.
In other words, she'd never been turned on, having married George a cherry. And the challenge of awakening the smoldering natural passion of a gorgeous, hot housewife like Sheila brought out the height of Vera's cunning and diabolical charm.
Sheila was not aware of the subtle changes occurring in her own flesh as the sexy brunette rubbed her silky tits to hers and stroked her ass tenderly as she talked. For one thing, her pussy was getting wet. For another, the delicious warmth and comfort of another woman's closeness was brand new to her, and she'd begun to pant softly, hugging Vera more tightly as she went on.
She was rapidly getting primed without even being aware of it. And nowhere in her parents' stern warnings to her about the evils of sex did they mention the possibility of sex with other women.
The blonde did faintly realize she was trembling and perspiring as Vera held her tightly, but she did not yet associate it with lust.
And Vera knew, beyond a certainty, that once she got her mouth down between those hot, golden thighs this one was going to erupt like a seething volcano. Probably that dumb bastard of her husband had never taken the trouble to tenderly arouse her like this, with soft caresses and soothing murmurs and gentle, reassuring kisses on her cheek.
Just sisterly love, at first, something Sheila had never had-understanding, compassion, someone's shoulder to cry on. And Sheila was crying, gently and steadily, feeling a thousand times better now that she'd poured out all her frustration and anger at her husband.
There had to be perfect timing to this, though, the hotly eager brunette knew. There was a magic moment of opportunity, a kind of relaxed innocence when you had to make your move with a hung-up, deeply inhibited knockout like this juicy housewife.
After about fifteen minutes, Vera made her move. She tossed aside the bedsheets and placed Sheila firmly on her back. God, she'd love to dig her burning mouth down to that curly-fringed cunt right now! Not yet, though, not just yet.
"Now you just lie there, darling, and let me take care of this. Because a lot of your tension is physical, did you know that? I'm going to massage you and relax you completely, so you just lie there, Sheila. Just relax ..."
She sat astride the blonde's hips, with her own soaked pussy throbbing feverishly, and expertly massaged her shoulders. Sheila was now making soft, sighing sounds, her eyes closed and her face wet with tears. But she felt marvelously relaxed for the first time in years! This was a result of unburdening herself, thanks to Vera's shrewd sympathy and timing.
She still didn't suspect what was actually happening as Vera inched down, very lightly stroking Sheila's magnificent tawny tits. Oh Christ, they looked delicious! A girl could suck herself into a frenzy on those silky hot knockers!
Soft whimpering sounds came from the blonde's throat now as Vera edged down further, between Sheila's spread legs now, working her fingers over her satiny, softly rounded belly. The sly brunette had made more than one woman by telling her she suffered from acute physical tension and claiming she was a masseuse. Women were very sensitive creatures physically, especially this juicy-assed, madly trembling innocent.
"Oh Vera," the blonde moaned, "your fingers are magic! You are a wonderful person, even if . . . even though you're a little strange."
Strange, my loving cunt! thought Vera with an inward grin as she now hunched between Sheila's spread thighs, working her fingers along each inner lush thigh. The flesh was hot and damp, smooth, golden gates to one of the loveliest cunts Vera had ever gazed into.
Framed by a silky tangle of blonde pussy-hairs, Sheila's pink pussy glistened with her honey, a rosy, succulent set of lips that daintily sucked to a dreamy rhythm before Vera's burning eyes.
And as far as the switch-hitting, ravenous brunette was concerned, this was a cherry. Because she was damn certain no woman had ever gone near this fragrant, tenderly throbbing crack. That made her a cherry for Vera's mad mouth. The sighing blonde still didn't know it but she was about to get the most fantastic blow job in the world. When Vera gave her all to pussy-eating, using every maddening and diabolical thrill she knew, it was the greatest blowjob in the world-whether it was a delicious, squirming hot cunt like this one or a massive prick.
As she lay back on the mattress with her thighs spread and her naked ripe tits rising and falling, Sheila had never known such blissful relaxation. She'd never had a massage before, either. Her blood hummed with a faint, strange excitement she'd never felt before. The brunette's hands softly caressing her thighs were like ripples of delight, soothing away her fierce tension.
For the first time in her inhibited life, Sheila was completely, ecstatically relaxed. And Vera knew that psychologically, the lushly curved blonde would never be more ready to be wildly, thoroughly turned on.
Between her spread thighs, the brunette's fingers softly moved up toward her soaked slit. She filled her nostrils with the delicious smell of wetly primed, utterly juicy cunt. Parting her tingling lips, Vera edged close and planted a tender kiss directly on Sheila's tender cunt-lips.
And then went to town with every fiber of her soul, a totally devoted, madly aroused, cunt-sucking animal on fire.
For a long moment, the blonde blinked her eyes and sucked in her breath as Vera's kiss sent a wave of intense pleasure through her pussy. She was too stunned by what followed to protest or get angry or register any of her usual shocked outrage at sex.
"Oh . . . my . . . God!" she hissed in disbelief. The brunette's long, searing tongue had shot deep in her trembling cunt and was now lapping with raw greed, stinging Sheila with the most shattering thrills imaginable, sending bolts of fire through her pussy and exploding loins.
"Oh Lord! Oh Jesus! Oh heavennnn!" wailed Sheila, drawing up her knees and hugging her ripe thighs to Vera's face. Panting feverishly, the blonde clutched Vera's head in her hands and tugged at her hair. She screamed and jerked her hips madly on the mattress, the hottest orgasm of her life beginning to build up in her hotly sucking pussy.
And without a shred of guilt or inhibition, caught off-guard by Vera's clever buildup and flawless timing, Sheila Halsey was fucking the lustful brunette's face with a furious ecstasy. She shook her head from side to side to vent her unbearable passion, clawed desperately at Vera's silky shoulders and swung her naked ass in a fever of awakening.
Whatever was happening inside her, she could not understand, but her pussy did, with molten joy. It wriggled and squirmed and thrashed against Vera's fiery lips and tongue, gushing a fountain of cunt-honey over her face, throbbing and spasming with the first true climax of her life.
The hung-up housewife was not only turned on, she was blazing away like a blast furnace, getting eaten out by a passionate expert, by a relentless, pussy-eating maniac who could not get enough of her delicious honey.
Between her boiling thighs, Vera was lost in her own dreamy world of lust. She clutched Sheila's hot ripe ass in her fingers fiercely as it swung to a maddening rhythm of joy. She sucked and kissed and lapped with low moans of savage greed, pausing to lash her tongue across Sheila's swollen clit-bud to make her scream and shudder.
Whatever the blonde housewife had, it was sheer magic. Because Vera had tasted far more than her share of eager, throbbing pussy in her time, from tender little girls to horny housewives, to sleek socialites to sexy stewardesses. But the honey oozing out of this fantastic cunt was like nectar and fire and silk all rolled into one loving wet mass.
It tingled madly and squirmed with shuddering spasms of obscene delight as Vera sucked to a frenzy of happiness. Vera's senses reeled as if she were drugged, as if she'd found the golden treasure of the Incas at last. There was a breathtaking chemical essence to Sheila's boiling pussy, and you could get hooked on it from the very first drop trickling in your mouth.
In spite of the fact that she was nearly suffocating from the wet heat of Sheila's thighs, that the blonde's fingers were tugging sharply at her hair sending tiny bolts of pain through her scalp, Vera would not come up for air, not even for a second.
This was the kind of cunt a thoroughly dedicated pussy-eater like the sexy brunette had yearned for and dreamed about, ever since the foxy stewardess had turned her on to the delights of oral sex with women. It had some magical, elusive quality Vera couldn't put her finger on, but it was addicting and so intoxicating it made her feel drunk with lewd joy.
Possibly because she was a brunette, Vera had always been eagerly drawn to blondes. It was her personal experience that blondes were more fun, and their pussies definitely tasted different than other women-sweeter, lighter, more succulent and juicy. Vera could not be certain what this screaming, madly jerking housewife had between her dripping thighs, but if she were trapped on a desert island with it, she'd never have to worry about starving to death!
More likely they'd both die of exhaustion in forty-eight hours.
Sheila was coming now, and it felt like nothing she'd ever dreamed of before. It didn't even feel like sex to her stunned mind, it felt as if it were exploding from her very soul, from the core of her blazing being.
Although she could never put it into words, deep down the shuddering, fiercely coming blonde housewife knew what had happened:
All the crap her parents had given her about the evils of sex had erected a prison around her natural seething passion. She'd felt trapped, miserable, hung-up all her life, and her selfish, foolish husband had not helped her in the slightest.
But this sexy, cunning brunette swinger had somehow managed to push all the right buttons in the right sequence, and now Sheila was free, a bird suddenly escaped from the cage of false, miserable belief.
Nature had generously designed the ravishing blonde to suck and fuck and swing, but her ignorant parents had almost crushed that spirit forever. Now it had escaped and nothing could stop her.
Sheila dug her bare heels into Vera's shoulders, gripped her head feverishly between her soaked thighs and fucked her mouth with a savage abandon, rubbing her dripping cunt all over Vera's face in her frenzy. Sweat poured off her tawny hot tits in small rivers and from head to toe the gasping blonde was a sheet of fire, one gigantic, throbbing climax that wouldn't stop coming.
Almost strangling between her boiling thighs, Vera still couldn't stop her feverish cunt-sucking. She sensed what was happening to Sheila, and she didn't want to spoil the frantic blonde's moment of glory. Not because Vera was unselfish, but because she knew it would pay off in the long run.
The next time the lust-crazed housewife wanted a madly thrilling blow job, she'd know who to come to!
Again and again Sheila came in her mouth and over her smeared face, her ass bouncing up and down in a fury of raw lust, wave after wave of shattering orgasms racing through her erupting loins.
At last, when she thought she would lose her mind forever, Sheila forcibly disengaged Vera's stinging mouth from her violently trembling pussy.
"Oh God," she moaned, tears streaming down her cheeks, still shaking her head with disbelief. "Oh Jesus, I needed that! All my life I needed that!"
Panting for breath, Vera sat up, dazed. She darted her long tongue out to lick at the cunt-honey on her cheeks, loving the feeling of being obscenely smeared with pussy-juice. God, what a turn-on! The confused housewife had no more been frigid than a lust-crazed mink. She'd just needed the proper priming, the slow, hot buildup.
But even then Vera had no idea just how thorough a job she'd done with Sheila. She got her first inkling when the moaning blonde suddenly pulled her down on the mattress with astonishing strength and climbed on top of her. Sheila French-kissed her on the mouth, ramming her burning tongue deep, grinding her throbbing pussy savagely to Vera's.
Then she was sliding down, panting fiercely as she rammed one of the brunette's silky, delicate tits in her mouth, sucking so hard Vera cried out.
"Easy, darling! Ahhhh, that's better, use your tongue, honey, mmmmmm! Oh Sheila, your mouth! Yes, go down on it, baby, suck it, lap it! Go ahead!"
But Sheila wasn't about to miss any territory on the way down to Vera's hotly pulsing cunt. She worked each naked tit over in turn, whipping her tongue against the nipples until they grew taut and quivered, moaning wildly in her throat at the delicious new thrill.
Then she was sucking and biting folds of belly-flesh, then hunching between the brunette's wide-spread thighs.
"Beautiful!" gasped the feverish housewife as she stared up close at Vera's sucking pink pussy, wet and shiny and wafting a breath of steamy air into her nostrils. "Your cunt is beautiful!" she cried.
A moment later she was sucking the hot brunette off with a vengeance of pent-up lust.
Whatever Sheila Halsey lacked in experience and delicacy, she made up for in sheer savage hunger. She first dipped her nose into Vera's squirming pussy, then rubbed honey all over her face before plunging her tongue deep into the silky heat of her slit. Deep moans of joy welled up in her throat as she discovered the obscene thrills of oral sex with another sexy woman.
Tugging feverishly at Sheila's armpits, Vera finally got her to swing her naked body around so that her own pussy was poised over the brunette's eager mouth.
Now Sheila and Vera went at sixty-nine like frenzied animals, sucking each other off with wanton abandon, ramming their tongues passionately up each other's silken hot asses, playing with each other's sweating tits in an orgy of desire, coming in a series of molten releases that finally left them both exhausted.
Afterward, as they sipped drinks, sprawled out on the drenched mattress, Vera could see the change in Sheila was nothing short of amazing. Her skin glowed hot, her eyes sparkled with a wild light, and she reeked sex in a virtual aura. She was literally a different person, a zombie come to life, a taut, up-tight bitch miraculously transformed into a vitally passionate woman.
But she wasn't talking. She seemed deep in thought even as she fondled Vera's throbbing tits and creamy ass, a strange, absent-minded look on her face.
"Do you think you can handle my husband now?" Vera asked her gently, cupping Sheila's pussy and softly squeezing to make her eyelids flutter and her throat moan.
"I can handle anything now," Sheila said in an eerie voice. She smiled strangely. "Anything, Vera."
The slender brunette went to fetch her husband and to finish her own action with Sheila's husband. The strange thing about pussy was that it only intensified Vera's enjoyment of men. It was the stark contrast, the difference the swinging switch-hitter thrived on. She needed variety the way other people needed food and water, which was why she became a devoted swinger.
When George eagerly questioned her about his wife, Vera just laughed. "You'll see," she told him proudly. "Boy, will you see!"
An hour later both couples regrouped in the living room for farewell drinks. To George's surprise, Sheila quickly agreed to another swap the next weekend. And even though George was not the brightest thing in creation and certainly not the most observant, he was startled at the difference in his wife's looks.
She was ravishing, her eyes glowing and her skin flushed, a strange, sexy smile on her lips.
He gaped at her for a while and then turned curiously to look at Vera again. What the fuck could she have done to her, besides eat her out? Hell, George had gone down on her often enough, even though she'd resisted and lay there like a corpse.
He got the brunette aside for a minute. "How'd you do it?" he asked eagerly. "How'd you change her like that, Vera? Shit, she looks almost as good as the day I married her fourteen years ago!"
Vera gave him a superior smile. Poor dumb sonofabitch, he would never understand women. How could she explain to this oaf that all she'd done was given her sympathy and warmth and understanding, slyly turning that affection into a hot, swinging session that had unleashed Sheila's full potential? Even Vera's husband Lloyd looked surprised, and totally satisfied, which baffled the hell out of George.
A diabolical smile curved Vera's sultry lips. "I shouldn't tell you this, George, but I will. Listen carefully now. I used the ice cream trick. You know that one, don't you?"
George gaped. "The ice cream trick? What do you mean?"
"It's dynamite, Georgie. You take a pint of ice cream-it has to be very cold, by the way-and with a large spoon you fill up her pussy with it. I prefer vanilla myself, although it depends on your taste, of course."
She paused to see how George was taking this drivel. Ordinarily, he would have snorted with derision and walked away, but seeing the fantastic change in his wife and unable to understand it except for the lewd brunette, George was willing to believe anything she told him.
"Go on," he said anxiously.
"And then, slowly, you lick it out, every last spoonful. It works like this, George. When you put the ice cream in a sensitive cunt, it immediately contracts from the cold. Then when you lick it out, it expands again. The change is so shattering to a woman's pussy, she gets supersensitive down there and begins coming all over the place. Don't use maple walnut or pecan praline or any of that stuff because the little nuts get caught up there and they're a bitch to get out."
George's jaw dropped. "Jesus, that's incredible, Vera! I never thought of that ..."
He paused to stare at his gorgeous wife, talking animatedly to Lloyd. It was as if Vera had plugged Sheila into an electric socket to bring her to life. Amazing!
"Hey, I'm gonna do that tonight!" George told Vera. "Look here, honey," he added sincerely, "I want you to know how much I appreciate this, turning Sheila on. I mean, it's like you kissed Sleeping Beauty on her little twat and woke her up, you know?"
Christ, what an asshole! thought Vera. Kissed Sleeping Beauty on her twat! Yet she knew there was more than a morsel of truth in his crude analogy.
George's reward for being such a turkey would be coming soon, Vera knew with sly pleasure. Just wait until he tried to spoon ice cream into his wife's pussy! Sheila would slap him silly. The whole idea was ridiculous, and in fact Vera had let a passionate and curious secretary try it on her once. It was horrible! By the time you got your cunt thawed, it felt like it had been on a polar expedition for twenty years. It was sticky, messy and revolting and she'd rewarded the horny secretary by ramming ice cubes up her asshole until she screamed she would die in shock.
What actually did work was honey, although it was very sticky and hazardous. It felt sensuous although it was impossible to lick it all out, and more than half the fun was trying.
"Look here, I wanna show you something," George said, making sure his wife was occupied talking to Lloyd first. He took out his wallet and displayed a picture of an angel-faced girl with huge, lustrous green eyes and shimmering blonde hair.
"My daughter, Cindy. A doll, isn't she? And a cherry, too, by God. Now in return for your telling me that terrific trick, I'm gonna let you in on my plan."
He talked in a low voice for five minutes while Vera listened intently, a dangerous smolder in her eyes. She glared at her husband Lloyd. That sneaky, underhanded sonofabitch of a pervert! Beat her to the punch with his own daughter, would he?
But the idea intrigued her immensely and she wondered why she'd never thought of it before.
Daughter-swapping . . .
Like wife-swapping only you traded off daughters. Very, very interesting. She nodded politely when George had finished talking.
"Thank you, Georgie. I think it's a brilliant idea. And of course I promise not to let Lloyd know you told me."
George was too goddamn dumb to realize he'd just started a race between her and her husband for his daughter's sweet little cherry. But before Sheila left, Vera let her in on George's plan and her face went white with suppressed fury.
She nodded. "Thanks for telling me, Vera." She licked her lips and stared into the brunette's eyes. "You and I should arrange something on the side, don't you think? I'll be calling you on the phone, darling."
Thus, with George's ingenious idea and loose mouth, he had unknowingly set in motion a chain of shattering events that would result in busted cherries all over Northern California in the coming months.
And busted marriages, too.
In his ignorance, fast-talking, shallow-brained George not only triggered a wave of vast depravity that would change scores of households in surrounding bedroom communities, he would also end up buying a great deal of ice cream in the future.
And gazing into a lot of very cold and unhappy cunts.
CHAPTER THREE
Sue Carpenter was a strangely quiet and unhappy girl. But by any standards she was also very pretty. She had huge, liquid brown eyes, long chestnut hair that shimmered radiantly in the sunlight, proud, lush tits, and one of those juicy asses that is almost impossible to describe-each cheek flawlessly rounded, sensuously molded with just the right amount of plump curvature, above smooth, shapely legs.
In spite of her father's wild behavior, she loved him deeply. She had no idea why adults played the stupid, kinky games they did. But she didn't really know what sex was yet either, aside from occasional bouts of feverish finger-fucking.
Not only did Sue dislike the endless couples streaming into their house over the weekends, especially in the hectic summer, but she wasn't getting enough attention from her father.
Not since he'd married Vera.
Sue had mixed feelings about the sexy brunette. On the one hand she thought the swinger was cheap and trashy, not in the slightest like her mother, who'd divorced and remarried years ago and now lived on the East Coast. But on the other hand, there was something very vital and warm about Vera that no girl or woman could resist-a kind of girl-buddy-thing, an informal closeness you felt whenever she was near you. She had that we're-all-in-the-same-leaky-boat, girls, attitude, stuck with pussies and men who don't understand us, so let's stick together.
She did not understand what the big deal was concerning sex and her father. Okay, so they liked to swing and swap, so what? The idea didn't shock Sue, because at her age and with her innocence about the actual feelings involved in sex, she could not relate to all the hustle and frenzy. People drank and smoked dope and fucked, so what? But they were only words to Sue, not real things, yet. She had that casual superiority about complicated issues that a lot of adolescents seemed to have, as if the whole thing was beneath them.
It was the oh-I'm-so-bored-by-it-all act of a lot of current teenagers. And it was a fragile, phony act that usually fell apart at the first sign of harsh reality.
Sue's act was about to fall completely apart, but she had no warning. Neither did she realize that, as a tender, luscious cherry, she was a walking time-bomb in the Carpenter household. Her father hadn't given her the slightest clue he was just waiting for the right moment to shove his long, pounding rod inside her tight slit.
And Vera wouldn't dare, not with her father around.
So Sue felt completely safe in spite of the frantic swapping and hustle going on around her.
Until eight o'clock that evening, on the same day that weird little wimp and his beautiful blonde wife had been over for one of those disgusting swap-parties. At such times, Sue did a quick disappearing act, usually going to see one of her girl friends. She was revolted by the way that wimp had looked at her, as though he would gobble her up if he ever got her alone. Fat chance!
The moment she got home her father told her to go straight to her room and under no circumstances to talk to Vera or let her in. That baffled Sue, but she did as she was told. So they were fighting, so what?
A few minutes Vera had knocked on her door, but Sue would not let her in or even talk to her. She obeyed her father, even though she secretly liked Vera, a strange liking filled with disgust over her cheapness.
Then after she'd been home for about an hour, her father knocked and Sue let him in. She sat on her bed cross-legged, chin in hand, looking weary. It was her favorite pose. What else is new and boring? she seemed to say.
Lloyd Carpenter was used to adolescent tactics and the pose didn't bother him. When Lloyd wanted something, he could be quite charming. When he didn't he assumed his usual fuck-you altitude toward everybody. A selfish, grasping man, but the only father Sue had.
Now he sat on the bed beside her, the usual drink in his hand. He looked serious and concerned.
"Has that bitch been bothering you again, Daddy?"
"Don't call your stepmother a bitch," he said sharply.
She was at that, Lloyd thought, but such a terrific piece of ass he put up with it. Far beyond his daughter's understanding was the real problem-her hot little cherry. Vera wanted it very badly, Lloyd knew, and she'd been pestering more and more lately to let her take it. Lloyd indignantly told her he didn't want Sue to have anything to do with their swinging, which was a lie, of course.
Lloyd was just waiting for the right moment to leap at his luscious daughter's body. Lately he and Vera had had so much ass, so many swapping partners he'd almost forgotten about Sue. Until George came up with his fantastic idea, showing Lloyd snapshots of his own daughter, a honey if Lloyd ever saw one, a young, tender version of her fabulous-fuck mother.
God, Vera had done a job on Sheila! She'd been an incredible fuck, all heat and sobs and tits and ass, unable to get enough! That goddamn swinging wife of his could raise the dead with her blazing mouth and fearless fingers.
Now Lloyd gazed solemnly at his daughter, his limp cock beginning to stir powerfully. As tired as he was from the insatiable blonde, he was getting it up. In fact, he'd only gotten his rocks off twice with Sheila, but twice with her was like a whole night in a whorehouse! What she'd done was taken the sharp edge off his lust, so when his cock did rise to its full throbbing length, it wouldn't go down in two minutes either.
And even if he couldn't raise the old soldier, damned if he wouldn't eat and finger-fuck Sue all night just to edge out Vera. He had to beat Vera to the punch, because once the wild-lipped, hot pussied brunette dug into Sue's sweet young curves, she might very well end up being pussy-crazy herself!
But because he was her father and she loved him, he had no fear of that. Not as long as he got there first. And knowing that jerk George, he was certain George had told Vera about his plan to swap daughters next weekend.
Which was why he'd warned Sue not to talk to her until he saw her first. First come, first served was his motto.
George's plan was elegantly simple and wantonly beautiful. They would swap daughters next weekend instead of wives. George and Sheila would have Sue, and Lloyd and Vera would take Cindy. Two madly swinging threesomes, with each other's daughters!
However, a certain amount of careful preparation was in order. Lloyd would prepare Sue, and George assured him he would take care of his own daughter, Cindy. At first Lloyd doubted if it would work, because of Sheila's rigid reluctance toward him. But Vera had fixed all that, bless her obscene heart.
Fixed Sheila so well, in fact, Lloyd knew who was going to get the Halsey's daughter first beyond a doubt. And it wasn't going to be that turkey, George.
"I think, Sue honey," he coughed now, smoothing out the bedspread between them. "I think it's time we had a heart-to-heart talk."
"About sex," she said, stifling a yawn. His eyes narrowed. She was a truly lovely lit- tle thing, but she could be a sarcastic little cunt, too.
"That's right," he said. "About sex."
She waved her hand airily. "Please, Daddy, don't shock me out of my tender wits. I mean, I would have to be a raving moron not to see what's been going on since you married that-since you married Vera. So you guys are swinging and swapping. I'm not at all bothered, Daddy. I'm not surprised, either."
He bit his lip. Her brittle, superior act was beginning to gnaw at his nerves, goddammit.
"I know you know about our parties," he told her, putting his drink aside after gulping the remainder down. "I mean about your sex, Sue."
She laughed, infuriating him. "You don't understand, Daddy," she said in a cutting voice. "I don't have any sex. I'm a virgin, you know."
"Not after tonight," he said in a low, ominous voice.
That was the moment Sue's precarious act began to fall completely apart. Her eyes widened and shone with alarm. She began to tremble softly with fear.
"What do you mean, Daddy?"
He stood up and began to slowly undress, his blood hammering and his cock fully erect now, raw with power at the prospect of taking her hot little cherry.
"Get your clothes off," he said harshly.
Tears brimmed over in Sue's eyes and she firmly shook her head. "No," she whispered. "That's filthy!"
Deliberately, Lloyd reached down and slapped her face, a stinging, vicious blow. She held her cheeks and began sobbing and sniffling.
"Get your clothes off," Lloyd repeated. "Or do you want me to get Vera?"
It was pure bluff but it worked. Crying steadily now, the girl got off the bed and turned her back as she took off her T-shirt and jeans. So lushly developed were her tits she already wore a bra.
Given a choice between the father she loved but feared and the stepmother she hardly knew, Sue had no choice. She was terrified, and yet there was an undeniable undercurrent of hot excitement in her loins. More than once she'd finger-fucked herself, fantasizing about screwing her father. It was almost a common fantasy at her age, but she didn't know that. Sue also did not know that Lloyd was bluff- ing about Vera, because rather than give first crack at her little virgin-pussy to his wild-eyed, cunt-crazed wife, Lloyd would have savagely raped her.
It was hell when you had to compete with your own pussy-mad wife over your own virgin daughter!
Trembling with panic, Sue's fingers moved very slowly as they took off her bra and panties. She still sobbed, but she was resigned to her fate now. And strangely aroused, too. After all, there were those hot erotic fantasies about him when she'd feverishly masturbated, and too, she bitched because she wasn't getting enough attention from him since Vera moved in.
She was about to fulfill those fantasies and get more attention than she bargained for. She moved so slowly that by the time she was stark naked, Lloyd was lying back on her bed, naked, his crimson hard-on poised high above his balls.
At thirty-eight, Lloyd was in trim physical shape, his lean frame without fat, his chest matted with dark hairs. Although his prick was only slightly larger than average, to Sue's terrified eyes it seemed gigantic and threaten- ing.
She stood by the bed, hugging her beautiful tits. Lloyd's eyes gleamed on her soft, glowing flesh, on her narrow waist and lushly curved hips and thick tangle of pussy-curls.
"Just come here, honey, and lie on top of your Daddy," he said hoarsely. "It won't hurt, I promise. We'll just cuddle for a while."
With a sob, Sue took her hands away from her ripe tits and climbed on top of her father, wildly trembling. The magic word was cuddle. Ever since she could remember, she'd loved to be cuddled by her father. She'd been starved for affection so long she would endure almost any anguish for that feeling of warmth and love.
Lloyd's harshness left him when she buried her face against his chest and hugged him fiercely. He stroked her hair and gently twined his legs around hers. Shit, what a juicy body! It was amazing, almost a fully developed woman's body, gorgeous tits. And her hot naked ass was a living dream.
Overcome with emotion, Lloyd tried a second bluff as he hugged his crying daughter.
"We won't if you don't want to, baby," he whispered. "I'll understand. We'll just lie here and cuddle."
Bullshit! But it worked, because she shook her head violently against his chest. "I'll be okay, Daddy," she said in a muffled voice. "Honest. Just let me have a couple minutes to brace myself."
Why force her into it when he could persuade her? That's what Vera did with her hung-up housewives and it worked fabulously. The point was to create a strong, loving bond between them around sex before his cunt-crazy wife got to her. Because Vera would get to her, as sure as pussy pumped honey in heat. And she'd pull every cunt-lapping, spine-tingling tit-sucking, ass-loving trick in the book to hook the girl on her.
Now Lloyd gently jerked his throbbing meat up into her soft hot belly as he held her, and Sue was beginning to respond, her tits panting rapidly against his chest, her pussy beginning to undulate and squirm.
"Daddy," she suddenly whispered, "can I . . . can I kiss your big cock?"
"Why, of course, baby, go right ahead," he told her, gently nudging her downward. Could she kiss his cock? Could a gopher dig? Could a monkey jerk off? Lloyd held his breath as his daughter slid her naked tits down over his flat belly, pausing to kiss his bushy crotch.
She was hot now, very aroused he could tell from her soft urgent sobs, and he drew up his knees and held her head firmly in his hands. For a few moments Sue gazed at his long, quivering prick, at the milky drop of jism oozing out of his inflamed crown.
It was the first naked prick Sue had ever seen up close and she stared at it with intense curiosity and excitement. Incredible as it seemed, she came from this cock! Probably from a drop of cream no bigger than the one on his huge boiling knob right now!
It was all so mysterious and exciting to her innocent mind she forgot why she was down there in the first place, and Lloyd firmly pulled her head down so that her wet lips met his cock-head.
Eagerly, Sue lapped up the jism and rolled it around her mouth, savoring its maleness, its salty pungence. Then she rammed as much of his meat as she could manage into her burning mouth and she gagged. More cautious now, the girl began sucking off her father, slowly, lustfully, feeling his prick pound in her hot jerking fist.
"Oh, that's a good girl, Sue baby," he groaned, hissing with excitement. Ah, that sweet mouth! There was an artist in her somewhere, because she wasn't at all clumsy as she gave her first blow job. She moaned and gurgled and played with it like a curious little girl, holding it upright in her fist and rolling her delicious hot tongue around the knob, giving him a leisurely sucking off, a dreamy, languid job that sent soft ripples of obscene pleasure through his meat.
"A born cocksucker," Lloyd sighed, making gentle fucking motions with his hips into her luscious mouth. It would not be fair to compare her sweet, innocent blow job to one of Vera's furious, gobbling assaults. She was sucking him off with love, and if Lloyd Carpenter had been an emotional man, he might have cried at the tender thought.
Instead, he decided to eat his daughter's cherry. And introduce her to sixty-nine at the same time.
But first he savored her juicy mouth for a while longer, because once he started eating her tender cunt, all hell would break loose. Gone would be the slow, dreamy thrills of her adoring blow job, the way she reverently sucked and kissed his dick, as if it were a holy shrine. That maniac Vera went at it sometimes as if she were a starving dog and he had the last bone on earth. But in Sue's case, she was awed by his prick, by his pungent, sweaty maleness and she loved the feeling of hot raw power in her mouth.
Lloyd had to patiently explain the position to his daughter, which interrupted her work. He would not, however lie on bottom during sixty-nine, not with any woman. The air in this country was polluted already, dammit, and it was hard enough to breathe without being crushed by sweating soft thighs and a grinding pussy.
Better they strangled on his cock, he figured, than he suffocate from their greedy cunts.
So his trembling daughter lay on her back with her knees drawn up and her smooth thighs spread wide while Lloyd hunched on all fours over her in reverse. He paused, carefully lowering his stiff hard-on toward her mouth and Sue quickly seized it with a gurgle of delight and sucked passionately.
Now Lloyd aimed his mouth toward her little cunt, but paused to study it in fascination.
Goddamn, it was a beauty! Like a wet, budding rose, an irresistibly cute set of lips that sucked and shone and begged to be kissed.
And the lecherous swinger dove into his target, first a hot, slobbering kiss on her eager lips and then his tongue driving deep, scooping up the honey.
The virgin's reaction was immediate and violent.
A wild scream rose in Sue's throat and she momentarily sank her teeth into his prick, which made Lloyd groan. Sue quickly released the savage grip but her entire body quivered madly and she locked her plump thighs lustfully on Lloyd's head, rubbing her cherry with delirious joy to his sucking mouth.
Had Vera gone down on Sue, the cunning brunette would have been much more gentle and artistic, realizing that a girl's pussy was her most precious possession. A girl's cunt was her destiny, her fortune Vera had always claimed, and she thought of her own pussy as her fortune cookie.
But being a cherry, Sue was hardly in the position to evaluate various pussy-eating techniques. All the sobbing, thrashing adolescent knew was that the wildest, most nerve quivering thrills of her life were shooting through her fiery slit as her father devoured her with lewd hunger.
And to Lloyd's delight, her hot little pussy was every bit as juicy and sweet as it looked. While he lapped his hips swung faster, fucking Sue's eager mouth. And her dreamy cocksuck-ing was gone now, replaced by a fierce whipping of her boiling mouth on his dick, a mad race to get his jism spurting deep in her throat.
Another reason, besides breathing, that Lloyd insisted on getting on top on sixty-nine was that he could control his own excitement. When you were on bottom, you were at the mercy of their frenzied hot lips and tongue. But on top you rammed it to them, fast or slow, brutally or with gentleness, battering their throats with your dick-head if you felt like it.
And if your swinging partner happened to have a particularly cute asshole, like his daughter Sue, you got to dip you nose into it, tickle that cute puckered slit to drive her crazy, which Lloyd was now doing.
She was coming in his mouth now with wild sobs, just a tiny gush of hot honey, but it was delicious and Lloyd rewarded her by sucking on her fat little clit-bud, which made her almost faint with lewd joy.
He was not worried about coming prematurely, in spite of her wanton, boiling mouth. The blonde housewife had really worked his cock over with her fantastic cunt and Lloyd could screw like a machine now, save his load of cream for Sue's virgin pussy and asshole.
In her innocence, his daughter was happier, more excited than she'd ever been in her life as Lloyd ate her tender slit and rammed his prick deep into her mouth at the same time. Not just the thrills, which were nearly unbearable to her sensitive cherry, but the shocking act itself, the idea of having passionately obscene sex with her own Daddy.
She could not know that this was her torrid introduction to a lifetime of feverish sucking and fucking with an endless variety of other swingers, that bizarre patterns were being etched on her brain, patterns of lust and depravity. Sue didn't dream that her virgin asshole would soon crave more than just a teasing tickle with a tongue-tip or finger, would yearn for a massive rod piercing savagely until she climaxed from sheer pain.
The adolescent only knew, as she sucked furiously on her father's swollen cock, which pistoned brutally in her mouth, as her precious Daddy devoured her cherry with lustful relish, using his tongue like a tiny lash of hot ecstasy, Sue only knew that at last she was getting all the attention she'd ever craved from him.
Along with the most obscene delight a girl could know. Her velvety flesh was covered with a sheen of sweat now as she swung her naked ass to a frantic rhythm, smearing her honey-soaked pussy all over her father's face. He'd slipped a finger up her boiling shitter and she wriggled madly on it, not knowing it was only a forerunner for his huge prick.
But no matter how hard she tried, no matter how feverishly she sucked and licked his quivering rod, she could not coax his thick cream from him, not even as she pumped his meat wildly in her hot fist and cried for his jism with wails in her throat.
Just when she thought she was going to lose her mind from his frenzied cunt-sucking, Lloyd pried her thighs apart and freed his head. He slipped his dick out of her mouth and in a smooth turnaround was mounting his trembling, sobbing daughter.
"Yes, fuck me, Daddy!" she cried, raking her nails hard across his back. "Gimme your hot prick. Hurry!"
"Just relax," Lloyd gasped, guiding his hard-on toward her juicy, trembling cunt. "Only hurt for a second, baby, just . . . aaah! Oh, Sue, angel! Ummmmm!"
Talk about tight and hot! The moment he'd slipped his knob in, her pussy had gripped it ferociously and was now going into hot spasms on his cock-head, while his daughter moaned deliriously. Doing his best not to hurt her, Lloyd began stroking, sucking in his breath with each thrust, digging deeper into those silky boiling lips, inch by torturous inch.
She'd locked her legs around his waist tightly now, and was swinging her ass, not minding the pain, wanting more, more, more, wanting her Daddy's mammoth rod shoved in so savagely deep she could feel it in her belly. His pussy-eating had primed her cherry to a feverish pitch of lust, and the pain was nothing compared to the fire in her spasming cunt.
All the while Sue dug her lush little tits madly into his chest and raked his back with her nails and gripped his waist with her legs. She moaned and screamed and sweated as her father rammed more of his meat inside her aching slit.
At first Lloyd thought she was screaming from sheer pain, but, all modesty aside, he knew his cock wasn't that big. She was wailing out of raw excitement, still coming from his lustful pussy-eating. As Lloyd peered down he could see her cherry-blood coating his prick and he felt a surge of triumph. He congratulated him self too on having the good sense to eat her cherry first. Some crude slobs would just ram it home, ignoring their anguish, but not Lloyd.
Man, she was a terrific little fuck, though! All juicy silk and honey, a slippery, clasping, ball-tingling piece of feverish pussy. Her swollen tits grinding into his chest, the feel of her hot naked ass heaving in his fingers intensified Lloyd's lust fiercely.
Sue was in the grip of a maddening excitement as she lunged up to meet her father's powerful strokes, as his fleshy prick drove deep to send sharp jolts of pleasure through her boiling slit.
She knew now what it felt like to be a woman, to be savagely pierced and thrilled with a hot, throbbing dick. More desperately than ever, she wanted her father's spurting load of cream.
"Shoot it in me, Daddy, pleeeez!" she sobbed, pounding his back with her fists and biting his shoulder. "Gimme your hot come! Oooooo! Hurry! Aaaaaah!"
"Juicy little . . . mmmmf . . . cunt!" gasped Lloyd, feeling her madly sucking pussy beginning to drain him with electrifying power. His daughter was the perfect contrast to his wife. The wildly passionate, awkward but fantastically juicy little girl, with just the right padding of lush baby-fat on her tits and ass and thighs, against the slender, sultry, expertly sucking and fucking hot swinger.
In a showdown he would choose his daughter anytime, because there was still innocent love and worship in her blazing eyes and she hugged his hot cock with adoring passion, not naked lust.
"Here it is, baby," he gasped, gritting his teeth as she spasmed wildly on his bursting prick. "Baby, what a fuck! Wowwwww!"
Sue bit him on his lips in a frenzy as his cream started stinging her inflamed slit, tickling intensely, thrilling her to the point of near-hysteria. She Frenched him and tugged fiercely at his hair as he came in hot torrents, flooding her tiny pussy with wet sticky cum.
As he spurted his load inside her frantic cunt, Lloyd knew his wife was just outside the bedroom door, with her ear pressed tightly to it, listening to every wail and gasp and groan. Probably finger-fucking herself too!
She'd have her turn, the lewd, cunning bitch, but it was her Daddy that Sue feverishly loved and would remember, her hung Daddy who took her hot little cherry and ate it with savage relish to get her rocks off in an explosion of torrid bliss.
Women always remembered who they'd lost their cherries to, with a special fondness and lust. If the taker was kind enough to give them a wild, unforgettable time, masturbating or sucking them off first so the ensuing pain would seem like a pretty price to pay.
Had lust-crazed Vera gotten to her first, the girl would undoubtedly have gone through life feverishly chasing pussies, probably hard, swinging brunettes like mad-lipped Vera. But this way she'd prefer men in the long run, no matter how terrifically Vera turned her on.
Lloyd hoped.
He had a preference for switch-hitters himself because they always got you more women. But as a father, he wanted his lovely daughter to prefer men like him. Still, Lloyd loved to watch two sexy women go at it like animals on fire, tits and asses grinding and swinging together, mouths locked to silky crotches, a writhing, wriggling mass of curves and soft hot flesh trembling with lewd ecstasy.
Finally drained, Lloyd slipped his limp rod out of his daughter's wildly sucking pussy and collapsed beside her on the bed. Quickly, the sobbing girl mounted him and rubbed her dripping cunt to his bushy crotch, hugging him passionately.
"Oh Daddy, it was wild! Beautiful! I loved it!"
"You were great, angel," he gasped, playing with her plump burning ass. She'd be able to take it there now, but first he had to get it up again. And it was stirring to life with a hot will of its own, responding to his luscious daughter's silky flesh and steaming pussy with obscene desire.
As she rubbed her swollen tits into his chest, Lloyd had the urge to tit-fuck her too. She had enough for that easily, and he could teach her how to massage those velvety mounds while he straddled her chest, rubbing and gyrating them against his stiff rod until he shot off all over her gorgeous tits.
Tit-fucking appealed to him strongly, and while his first wife had a lavish pair like Sue's, Vera missed out on that feature. While the brunette's naked breasts were very sexy, small but high-standing and firm and silky, there just wasn't enough to work with. But the cunning swinger didn't miss out on a trick:
She too would screw a pair of lush tits. He'd seen her mount a housewife's hot, ripe knockers and softly, lustfully straddle one fleshy tit with her pussy, gently working her juicy cunt-lips on the fat nipple until she got her rocks off with low, ferocious moans.
Living proof that Vera would fuck anything that moved, Lloyd thought dryly.
He was fully erect now, because Sue had eagerly gone down on him to lick her cherry blood off his cock. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time, deeply exciting to her. Gazing at her deliciously plump ass, Lloyd knew that the time had come for her last cherry.
He instructed her to lie on her belly on the bed, with her succulent buttocks hanging on the edge and her legs spread out behind her, toes touching the floor. He stood between her legs, hoisting her up by the hips, his inflamed knob teasing her pussy-lips. She sobbed passionately, wriggling her ass, but he was only wetting his prick down thoroughly for that first brutal plunge.
Now Lloyd got a very tight grip on her soft hips, holding them in place firmly. He eased his burning cock-head squarely against her tiny, puckered shitter. She still didn't know what was coming in her sweet innocence.
One moment Sue felt a hot massive throbbing against her tender asshole and the next the most intense, agonizing pain of her life ripped deep into her tawny ass.
She tried to scream but the pounding mass of meat gorging her narrow asshole forced the breath from her lungs. She shuddered and clawed at the bed beneath her and shook her head in sheer agony as her father's long, thick rod began stroking up her asshole, creating a violent friction in her tortured, squirming bowels.
"Sorry, baby," Lloyd grunted, lunging deep and rolling his eyes at the juicy tight fire of her ass. "Only be a . . . wheeeeww . . . minute, Sue, unnng! Oh your loving ass, honey, your hot loving ass-muffin!"
The best, most wanton and deliciously tight pair of silky cheeks Lloyd had ever had were hugging his cock. They squirmed with wet fire on his meat, sending wild ripples through his loins each time she helplessly wriggled. She was screaming now, a low animal sound of pure anguish. He felt sorry for her but this did not prevent him from pumping deeper and harder, sucking in his breath with lust and rocking on his heels when he'd gorged her with every inch he could.
"Wild hot nooky!" Lloyd groaned, already beginning to feel his knot of jism boil up for the explosion. Not particularly an ass-freak himself, Lloyd nevertheless felt it would be a mortal sin to pass up Sue's hot, sexy ass. He realized now that he could easily become hung up on her lush butt, on the tight, fiery, writhing sensations she was triggering along the length of his prick.
Then it happened.
One moment the pain was a sheet of fire up her cheeks and the next an intense excitement exploded in her bowels as his rod pounded her savagely. The hot, maddeningly wild feel quickly shot to her pussy and Sue was coming from sheer pain and lust, her face contorted with obscene surprise, her tits heaving feverishly, her hips jerking in spasms for more of the bizarre joy.
Startled, Lloyd burst his load in a series of sharp spurts, gasping and shuddering while his jism stung her boiling asshole, as she wriggled fiercely on his erupting prick. Her legs shot out behind her and gripped his flanks and from head to toe the girl quivered with hysterical excitement.
The sensation of his burning cream, stinging and tickling deep in her tender butt sent Sue into convulsions of happiness. Her Daddy was raping her in the ass. And she loved it, was thrilled beyond words, adored even the pain his long dick was torturing her with.
It was a kind of poetic, breathtaking ecstasy that brought tears of bliss to her eyes-and etched an eerie new trail of pain-orgasm in her innocent young flesh.
Even after Lloyd had slipped his soft cock out, Sue simply lay there, shuddering and wallowing in the sticky feel of his cream flooding her buttocks. So obscenely beautiful, her trembling ass filled with gooey, lustful happiness . . .
Lloyd smoked a cigarette thoughtfully as his dazed daughter cuddled in his arms. He only hoped that turkey George and his stunning wife Sheila were going to be half as good to their daughter's little cherry. Because when it came time for the swap next weekend, Sue would be hotly primed and eager. He would see to that personally all week long.
"Daddy, sleep with me here tonight in my bed!" urged Sue, her wide eyes burning on him.
"A good idea," Lloyd nodded. "Very good, baby. Then I can eat your magic little muffin for breakfast."
She giggled with delight, but his real purpose was to protect her from Vera. And hog her luscious pussy to himself, and perhaps, tit-fuck her when he woke with his usual hard-on around five a.m.
But Lloyd did not wake with an erection at five. Instead, it was two a.m. when his eyes flew open and he felt a hot, delicious licking on his rod. Sue was snuggled down between his thighs, cooing with pleasure as she lapped at his dick like a lollipop. Not a man to deny himself in this fleeting, mysterious life, Lloyd went at it with his juicy daughter like a hot-blooded beast, this time coming in her mouth, to her intense fulfillment.
He fell back asleep twenty minutes later, a satisfied grin on his face as Sue dozed off between his thighs. He wondered what Vera was doing, knowing damn well she was reeking with envy and anger.
Tough shit, Vera, he thought happily.
In her bed, Vera was still awake, propped up against the pillows and reading by lamplight. She wasn't actually reading the silly captions, she was staring at the photographs of darling, softly curved young girls sitting on swingers' naked laps and being lustfully finger-fucked and eaten and ravaged by enormous dildoes.
And when her pussy ached fiercely enough, she flung the magazine aside and rammed her nine-inch dildo up her slit and worked it deep and brutally in a fury of excitement. That sonofabitch Lloyd! Not just for beating her to the punch with Sue, but for hoarding her, for holding her captive in her own room while Vera hungered for it like a starving animal.
But Vera would get her turn, because Lloyd had to work as an electronics technician while Vera got to stay home and play dumb housewife. And Sue got home from school by four while Lloyd didn't get home until six.
And, the gleaming-eyed, feverish brunette vowed, when her turn came she would tease, spank, finger-fuck, torment and suck the tender girl off until she was a helpless sex-slave, begging for it on all fours.
Hell had no fury like the horny swinger scorned . . .
CHAPTER FOUR
Two things happened in the Halsey household that night that both perplexed and angered George Halsey.
First, he was left holding a half-gallon of Cherry Delight ice cream with a stupid look on his face in the hallway, just outside his bedroom door.
Second, Sheila had sharply informed him he could use Cindy's bedroom that night. For her own protection, Sheila announced, the girl would be sleeping with her.
George was deeply dismayed at both these unexpected events. What was he supposed to do with the fucking ice cream, pack it around his dick and make a living banana split?
But that didn't bother him half as much as the other surprise. He'd assumed, since Vera Carpenter had magically turned his voluptuous blonde wife on, that she would be hot to trot tonight. If she was, she gave George no indication of it. And the bitch was more beautiful than ever since that swap-radiant-eyed, wet-lipped, moving with a sexy grace she'd never shown before. Even her tits and ass seemed bigger, more lushly curved, bringing hot urgent tingles to George's cock.
But if anything she was colder than usual toward him.
This especially baffled and angered George, because he knew for a fact she'd fucked Lloyd Carpenter half to death. All the bastard did was wink and pump his hand and grin with weary satisfaction when they'd left their house.
So why was he suddenly off-limits? And more important, why was she sleeping with Cindy tonight? To protect her against lecherous George? Maybe. Maybe to suck on her hot young cherry too, George thought with indignation.
That fucking Vera could go down on a statue of the Madonna and turn her into a raving whore!
Sullenly, George went into his daughter's bedroom for the night. Never one to give up to the cruel ironies of fate, he rummaged in Cindy's closet until he found her dirty laundry. Excited, George dug out a pair of pink panites and sniffed at the crotch. He brought them to bed with him, a poor consolation until he got down to the real thing, but better than jerking off to the late movie.
In her and George's bedroom, Sheila's eyes smoldered on her daughter as they got ready for bed, her blood singing and her lips tingling madly. She'd never looked at Cindy like this before, with the hot eyes of anticipation instead of motherly concern, and she was excited, almost deliriously aroused.
"I left my nightie and robe in my room, Mommy," Cindy told her in her breathless voice. "Can I go get them?"
"Don't disturb your father, dear," Sheila said, thinking he was probably masturbating on her nightie already, the horny slob. An obedient and devoted daughter, Cindy did not ask why her mother and father were sleeping apart tonight. Or why George wasn't using the guest bedroom, and why Cindy was sleeping with her mother. The softly curved, wide-eyed young girl obeyed her mother to the precise letter.
Like her own parents, Sheila had been a strict, demanding mother, issuing orders like an Army general. And it was Sheila the girl always listened to, not her father. In fact, although Cindy loved her father she also regarded him with a cautious tolerance, the way her mother did. The young virgin identified with her mother very strongly.
"You can sleep in your birthday suit," Sheila told Cindy. "I will, too, honey. We'll have a slumber party, all right?"
Cindy nodded eagerly. She loved to be cuddled by her ripe-titted mother, feeling all warm and happy and reassured. Mommy was the strong one in the family, she instinctively sensed. Daddy drank and smoked constantly and told the same corny jokes over and over and over until you could scream.
Now as Sheila threw back the covers, her eyes drank in Cindy's lovely skin, her budding tits with their fat, dusky nipples, her silken belly and adorable little nest of cunt-hairs above her plump thighs. Her ass was so luscious, each cheek dimpled as though it were smiling at you. The cutest ass in the world, Sheila thought with fierce excitement.
She didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about what she planned to do. Something had snapped in her brain when Vera went down on her and brought her the first real orgasm of her life. Afterward, she felt angry because she'd been cheated all her life out of her rightful sexual pleasure.
Never again! She was determined to make up for those lost, miserable years with every fiber of her soul, as well as her lips, pussy, ass, fingers and everything else she could bring to bear .
Sheila also sensed she might be crazy with lust now, but she didn't give a damn either. She wouldn't hurt Cindy, not unless you called giving her the blow job of her life painful. Had Vera hurt her? Hell, no! Just thinking of the wanton, lust-maddened brunette made Sheila tremble and ooze honey from her softly pulsing cunt.
Like a lot of women who'd been deeply repressed in sex matters as children, Sheila was going full blast to the opposite extreme. It was Nature's way of compensating, and the urges rising in her blood now were so powerful, they were virtually uncontrollable.
When Cindy had crawled in bed beside her, Sheila turned out the lamp with trembling fingers. But she didn't lie down again. She propped a pillow behind her and sat up, her tits heaving with wild excitement. She drew up her knees and spread her thighs.
"Mommy wants to cuddle you, honey," she told her daughter, gently pulling her arm. "Come sit against her."
Eagerly, Cindy sat up between her mother's warm thighs. She leaned back against Sheila's hot tits and the blonde circled her daughter with her arms, trying to control her wild hunger. Gently, she cupped Cindy's silky little tits in her fingers and caressed them.
"You're getting to be a big girl now," Sheila said hoarsely. "My girl. Feels good, doesn't it, Cindy?'.'
"Yes, Mommy," the girl whispered. It felt strange, but very good to be held by her mother like this, all snuggled up in the darkness, their naked flesh so close. Her mother's naked tits were very hot against her soft back.
And the girl could feel her mother's wet, hotly squirming pussy against her ass, but that felt good, too, strangely exciting. Her breath coming faster, Cindy hugged her mother's hands to her tits tightly.
"I feel funny, Mommy," she whispered. "All hot and bothered. You're going to do something to me, aren't you?"
"Do what?" Sheila said, startled. But Cindy was a very bright girl, unlike her father, thank Christ.
"You know," Cindy whispered, trembling. "Like sex. I can feel it, Mommy! That's what you want, isn't it? I don't mind," she rushed on, rubbing her back eagerly to her mother's burning tits. "I'd rather it was you than someone else! And if you do it, it can't be wrong! You'd never hurt me, I know that ..."
Sheila hugged Cindy's tits fiercely and kissed the nape of her daughter's neck. Smart, beautiful little thing! Now that she was willing, Sheila hardly knew where to start in her fever of lust. But she kept vividly in mind how Vera had turned her on, slowly, cautiously, tenderly, with cunning caresses, sucking her in slyly before sucking her off.
Now the blonde moaned as she slid her fingers down over Cindy's hot belly, stroking her satiny thighs to make the girl sob and tremble with anticipation. Cindy twisted her head around and kissed Sheila's mouth and the blonde was quickly ramming her tongue inside, swirling it around, carefully probing Cindy's thighs, intending to treat her cherry like a delicate flower.
Fighting the violent urge to toss her control to the winds and suck on the girl's tits and pussy and ass in a frenzy of passion, Sheila tenderly rubbed one fingertip across her trembling little cunt. Instantly, Cindy sobbed and began undulating her naked ass.
The adolescent blonde was not only a virgin in name, she'd never even finger-fucked herself. Her mommy had dutifully warned her about the evils of sex, just as Sheila's mother had terrified her. But Cindy had sensed the striking difference in her mother at once tonight, because she seemed much more beautiful, sexier.
And now her mother was tickling her tiny clit, stroking the fat little button to send shivers of tremendous excitement through the girl's naked flesh. Then Sheila had slipped a finger in her fiery cunt, an extremely tight fit, and for just a few moments there was a sharp pain, followed by an overpowering excitement in Cindy.
Now Sheila was finger-fucking her daughter rapidly, holding her silky body in one arm and grinding her own soaked cunt to the girl's hot ass. Cindy panted wildly and shuddered and moaned as incredible sensations racked her virgin cunt. She quickly came to her first orgasm.
She was extremely tight and succulent against Sheila's pumping finger, and when the hotly excited blonde managed to cram a second finger inside Cindy's tiny pussy, the girl swung her ass madly on it. She twisted far around from the waist up to clutch one of Sheila's ripe tits in her mouth, sucking on it with wanton greed.
As Cindy's sweating flesh spasmed again and again with molten new thrills, her mother actually began to come from the mere contact of Cindy's naked body, from her hot, sucking mouth on her tit and the feel of her delicious plump ass grinding to her crotch, and above all, her juicy slit wriggling and sucking in a fever on her fingers.
If anyone had told the deeply frustrated and rigid housewife the day before that she would be finger-fucking her own beautiful daughter, feeling her searing cunt-honey gush all over her hand in wild ecstasy while the delirious girl sucked with raw lust on her tit. Sheila would have thought them insane.
Not only was she getting her virgin's daughter's rocks off by masturbating her, she was almost hysterical with passion over the act, nearly mad with runaway lust. There would never be anything like this moment for the newly awakened blonde. The sheer obscene ecstasy of holding her own naked lovely daughter in her lap and finger-fucking her with deep moans of happiness, her own trembling cunt coming on Cindy's wriggling hot ass, smearing the cheeks with her pussy-juice, panting, biting, jerking, squeezing her lush little tits in her fingers, hearing her wild cries of joy with utter bliss.
Oh God, she wanted to suck her off now!
But with true motherly concern, Sheila would not permit herself to spoil Cindy's fierce pleasure. She would only eat her cherry after Cindy's hysterical excitement wore down, after she'd lewdly licked and kissed every inch of her satiny body, from the soles of her dainty feet to the tips of her darling tits.
Slowly, after the girl shuddered and screamed with still another shattering climax, pouring cunt-honey in her mother's hand in lustful gushes, Sheila slipped her fingers out of her fiery slit.
She held Cindy until she calmed down a little, until she stopped shuddering deliriously and sobbing incoherently. Now Sheila would give the girl a lascivious tongue-bath she would never forget. The mother's own orgasm was still subsiding, still sending ripples of fire through her sucking pussy.
Sheila placed Cindy on her back and began by Frenching her, working her way down, loving each budding tit in turn with her burning lips and tongue, sucking feverishly on each lush nipple until they grew fat and fiery with desire. Then as her daughter moaned wildly, Sheila traced a path of wet fire down her cute belly, circling her adorable little cunt with lustful kisses, licking each inner thigh until Cindy wailed and trembled.
But not yet, as maddened with suspense as both of them were. Sheila tongued and kissed her way down one silky leg, sucking on her toes and licking her soles, then back up the other. Still she didn't crush her burning mouth to that juicy cunt. Panting and wild-eyed, Sheila turned the girl over on her belly and worked her way down her back, licking her sweet lovely ass, biting it very gently to make Cindy wriggle with delight.
She paused to spread her satiny hot cheeks. Then she traced the crack of her young ass with her wet tongue-tip, making Cindy shiver wildly and cry out her name.
With a deep moan, Sheila plunged her long tongue into the girl's tender asshole, startled at the boiling sweetness, wriggling and searching until Cindy thought she would die of pure happiness.
Now Sheila sat up, ready for her delicious moment of truth, for her daughter's juicy little cherry at last. Cindy was more than ready. Her mother's lewd tongue-job on her flesh had left the girl in a state of feverish eagerness, her nipples tingling and her pussy throbbing and her naked ass humping for more.
Cindy desperately wanted to suck on her mother's lush tits and lock her legs around her waist and jerk against her in an orgy of excitement. And she wanted to go down on her mother's velvety thighs too, not understanding the obscene urge, compelled by pure naked lust. But years of obedience to Sheila now left the sobbing girl waiting feverishly for her next move.
Sheila lay back on the bed, eyes blazing and tits heaving. She decided not to just hunch down between Cindy's steaming plump thighs and feast on her, the way Vera had done to her. She wanted a position that would allow her to caress Cindy's lovely tits and play with her ass and thighs and stroke all of her soft, silky flesh, smooth young legs and feet, belly, armpits, every inch of her luscious flesh.
"Sit on my face," she commanded Cindy. "Gently now, darling! And face my body, yes, that's it, oh God this is going to be fantastic! Ummmmmm ..."
Cindy nestled her plump asscheeks to her mother's face, hunching forward to take off the weight, rubbing her hands over her part- ner's soft hot belly and thighs. Her butt trembled wildly as Sheila dug her fingers into the tender flesh and stared up at Cindy's juicy little slit, inches from her mouth.
The heat of her cunt struck Sheila's face like a hot desert breeze. It dripped and sucked and wriggled before Sheila's eyes, adorably tiny and fragrant, a sweet little mouth that ached to be kissed and loved, a wet flower of lust that brought a moan of profound hunger to Sheila's lips.
Easy now! Sheila warned herself as her tongue darted out and lewdly traced Cindy's cunt-lips to make her wriggle and cry. The taste of her honey was so wildly delicious, so wet and sexy and luscious that Sheila's caution was suddenly shattered. She began lapping and sucking in a frenzy of excitement, scooping up the nectar with ravenous bliss, grinding her nose to Cindy's hot, sweet ass, her hands reaching for the girl's tits and hugging them fiercely.
Squirming on her mother's face, Cindy issued low screams of joy as the intense thrills shot through her cunt. She shuddered and reared back her head and rode Sheila's mouth in delirious excitement. A few minutes ago she'd thought that nothing could possibly be more thrilling than having her hot, sexy mother finger-fuck her eager pussy.
But the sensations exploding in her tender slit were so lustfully arousing, the wet fire of Sheila's madly sucking lips and tongue so shattering to her innocent cunt she couldn't catch her breath. And her mother wasn't just sucking and kissing and lapping her boiling slit. She was doing other things to make Cindy almost pass out with frantic happiness. Pausing to lick at her asshole, to bite her naked cheeks, to suck on her quivering clitbud. Sheila's hands were constantly roving and stroking her flesh, from her feverish tits to the soles of her feet, up her back and over her thighs, sending Cindy into convulsions of passion.
The delirious girl couldn't wait any longer. With a wild cry she hunched down and rubbed her face to her mother's soaked pussy, then rammed her tongue into the juicy depths while she fucked Sheila's mouth with crazed excitement.
Nothing Vera had done to Sheila, none of the thrilling, diabolical tricks the sultry brunette had lavished on the passionate blonde could approach the fever of obscene joy now racing through Sheila's inflamed cunt.
Because Cindy was eating her with complete love, sucking her off with maddening excitement, using her hot little mouth with devastating effect. And when the moaning girl shot her tongue up Sheila's asshole, the blonde screamed in her throat and swung her ass in a fury of delight.
Cindy had started to come in gushes of cunt-honey from almost the moment she'd sat on her mother's face. She couldn't stop coming, squirming and pumping her slit in lewd, uncontrollable wriggles that almost smothered Sheila with silky wet flesh.
Now the sweating blonde was coming too, locking her thighs to Cindy's head and grinding her pussy to her face with depraved rapture, mother and daughter locked in delicious-ly wanton sixty-nine, each climax hotter and more shattering than the last.
Then Sheila was rolling her over so that Cindy was on bottom and she was on top, the delirious housewife digging her mouth into Cindy's luscious cunt with savage excitement, slipping a finger up her asshole and tickling the boiling flesh to make Cindy shudder madly.
Cindy almost lost her sanity from the sheer, nerve-racking bliss tearing through her flesh. Her mother's tongue and lips seemed to be everywhere, sucking her hot clit, scooping up her honey, then ramming up her thrilled ass, then Frenching her slit with electrifying lust.
There was nothing, absolutely nothing in this world like the taste of hot, juicy young pussy, Sheila quickly learned. Nothing could compare with a silken sweet ass rubbing wildly to your face, sex-honey pouring into your mouth in delicious torrents, plump tits heaving fiercely in your fingers, a tender, squirming young girl's asshole wriggling and pumping on your tongue.
Especially when it was your own adorable virgin daughter's naked flesh.
And as Cindy devoured her mother's gushing pussy, the lewd excitement that rippled through her body was like nothing she'd ever felt before or would again. This was her night of awakening, an orgy of masturbation and sixty-nine and ass-biting, tit-sucking joy, a torrid, feverish plunge into lust with her own hotly sensuous mother that would change the innocent girl forever. It was almost a solid hour before they re- leased each other, panting wildly for breath, both of them still twitching and spasming with their last fiery climaxes, both their faces smeared with each other's pussy-juice.
Now Cindy lay sobbing in her mother's arms in the darkness, her tender pussy still trying to absorb the stunning thrills and violent passion that had been triggered inside her. There was a hot, throbbing glow of happiness in her loins that would demand endless satisfaction and repetition throughout her life. Cindy sensed there was a much deeper purpose to this than just losing her cherry to her beautiful mother.
With an adolescent's sensitive instincts, Cindy guessed she was being trained for something, but she refused to question her mother. She would do anything Sheila asked of her, no matter what. She would have sex with boys and girls alike, men and women, complete strangers if that was what her mother wanted.
She wasn't just Sheila's daughter and newly-awakened lover now. She was her sex-slave, anxious to do anything her mother demanded, give in to every whim and desire, no matter how bizarre or cruel or kind. She would even have sex with her father-Cindy thought with a faint shudder of revulsion-if that's what Sheila asked.
Just as long as they could do this again and again and again, search and explore and thrill and sixty-nine with each other. Mixed with Cindy's powerfully pure love of her mother was a new kind of love, profoundly sexual and passionate, adoring sex-worship.
"I'll do anything with anyone you want me to, Mommy," she whispered in the darkness, hugging her face to Sheila's hot naked tits. "Anything, Mommy! You just name it and I'll do it! Test me if you want, go ahead."
Sheila stroked her silky ass but said nothing. She thought deeply. She didn't want to share Cindy with anyone else now, wanted to keep her sweet flesh and luscious little pussy all to herself, every night. But that wasn't fair to the deliciously sexy girl and she knew it. In a sense it would be locking Cindy up, putting her in a sexual prison all for herself, keeping her from discovering other pleasures and thrills.
Besides, Sheila couldn't kid herself deep down. She'd seen the Carpenter's daughter in their living room, and the lustful blonde had to admit she was a stunning young thing, wildly desirable. She wanted to make it with the girl, go down on her with frenzied excitement, suck her tawny thighs off with depraved hunger.
Sheila also had to admit she wanted to see Cindy make it with other girls, too, wanted to watch her plump, curved body in action with men and women alike. Was there anything wrong in wanting to see her lovely daughter happy and excited and fulfilled, even if others did it for her?
Already the irresistible craving for variety had stirred in Sheila's blood. She had a lot of lost time to make up for, had a lot of fierce swinging to do now that her passion was unleashed. And Cindy would like Vera, she knew. You couldn't help but like the wild-eyed, mad-lipped brunette. She made you laugh with her sharp wit, entertained you even as she got your rocks off explosively for you, gave you a blow job that was like a shock treatment.
Sheila would go through with the daughter-swap this coming weekend. In the meantime, she'd prepare Cindy for it, physically and psychologically. She'd have to buy a vibrator, a huge one. Because Cindy might as well get used to the lusty feel of a big cock ripping deep inside her.
For the first time, as Cindy fell asleep in her arms, her hot little pussy squirming to her mother's thigh, Sheila began to realize the incredible possibilities Cindy opened up for both of them.
As an item of barter, her ripe young daughter would be utterly precious. Any swinging couple would be glad to swap their daughter off for Cindy for a few wild, unforgettable hours.
Or their son.
But, with a grim determination, Sheila decided George would not have Cindy, not for quite a while, perhaps never. For years he'd played around on her, the sneaky bastard, screwing almost everything in sight while she played the role of dumb, faithful housewife.
Well, from now on George was going to have to get all his pussy outside this house! From this night on, Cindy would sleep with her every night.
And wherever in the hell he got the astound-ingly stupid idea he could stick ice cream up her cunt, Sheila didn't know, but it was a fair measure of his silly mind.
For all she cared, he could stick the cold, slimy stuff up his ass and crawl in the freezer to get his rocks off!
With disgust, Sheila suddenly realized George would be part of the swap this weekend. All right, then, she'd let him screw the Carpenter girl and herself for that matter, but he would not lay a finger on Cindy.
He could go to his grave with a hard-on but he'd never get Cindy. And if he got angry or frustrated enough, he could pack his things and get out.
Because she didn't really need George any more. Now she had Cindy, and with her sweet, adorably sexy looks Sheila could get all the action she wanted, with both sexes.
They would be the hottest mother-and-daughter combination to ever hit the swap-circuit. And they didn't have to stick to that circuit, either. Cindy could be trained to get boys and girls for three-somes, and Sheila would get the men and women, through pickups and parties and friends and neighbors.
Twenty-four hours before, the blonde housewife had been a deeply frustated bundle of nerves, a walking time-bomb of pent-up lust.
Then she'd met a sultry, swinging brunette and her life had changed in an hour of pussy-eating, wildly hot sex. Shortly after that, Sheila turned her daughter on and ate her luscious little cherry, lighting her smoldering fire.
And because events had been so swift and shattering, Sheila couldn't help wondering what new shocks and surprises lurked around the corner of each coming day.
Where would it all lead?
Her mind whirled around that one until she settled on one logical answer that satisfied her and then Sheila fell into a deep sleep, hugging Cindy's tits to hers.
It would lead right up the Carpenter girl's sweet, sexy thighs, that's where.
And if that road finally led to hell, she'd have an awful lot of company. Including Vera and Cindy.
As long as they had sex in hell, they could create their own swinging heaven.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vera got to her stepdaughter's lush young body just two days after Lloyd, and they'd had a wanton, fantastic bout, with the hot brunette showing the eager girl tricks she'd never dreamed of, giving her an incredible time.
But it was still two days too late.
Vera knew when she was licked, and not just by a soft hot tongue either. Sue worshipped her father and if it came to a choice, Vera would be left holding her own pussy in her hand. Vera shrugged it off with resignation. Sue would still swing with her and Vera could get all the girls and housewives she wanted, but her ego was annoyed.
She would make up for it this weekend, with Sheila's daughter. And she'd pull out all the stops, too, because the slender brunette loved young pussy, the younger the better. So juicy and tender and succulent in their early teens, fuzzy little peaches ripe for the picking.
In preparation for the wild weekend, Vera knotted a couple of silk scarves and took fine sandpaper to her longest ten-inch dildo. The artificial cock was colored a bright crimson, curved upward with a giant knob. It was battery-operated, covered with tiny pimples on the upper half and coarser mounds on the lower half. The cock was ingeniously designed to give maximum thrills, with a harness attachment so it could be worn for heavy action.
Sanding it with fine sandpaper, Vera had discovered, intensified the effect of the roughened pimples. You could drive a girl mad if you fucked her relentlessly with the colossal prick, if you didn't give her a few minutes every now and then to recover from the shocking thrills.
Vera would not allow the dildo to be used on herself, except on rare, very careful occasions. One night a few years ago when she'd been high on Manhattans and grass, she'd let another swinger, a hot-looking, redheaded-nurse, tie her down and ravage her with the same type of dildo.
But the lust-crazed nurse had a cruel streak wider than her sultry mouth, and once she got Vera helplessly bound, there was no mercy for the brunette. Again and again Vera fainted with shock, with unbearable thrills, the whole torturous night long. She'd almost been literally fucked to death!
And not just in her fiercely sucking pussy, either.
Vera had learned a priceless lesson from that maniac. Never put yourself in a position you can't get out of, at once. She almost ended up in the hospital over that lewd nightmare, and it was two weeks before she could screw again. The mere thought of the gleaming-eyed redhead made Vera's pussy twitch and her skin crawl.
It was much more fun to dish it out, Vera learned.
At eight that Friday night, the Halseys ar- rived, George flushed with booze and excitement, Sheila smoldering with readiness, and angel-faced Cindy nervous but obviously eager once she met Vera.
An hour of small talk and more drinks to relax, and both couples were ready to swap daughters for the weekend. But they would all remain in the Carpenter house.
Because the highlight would have to be Cindy and Sue making it together. From the way the girls eyed each other, curiously, cautiously at first, and then bolder as the first few minutes passed, and finally smiling at each other in some sort of secret adolescent signal, both couples knew it would be something to remember.
It certainly was.
In the guest bedroom, Sheila immediately took control of the situation and of Sue Carpenter, before George could get his lecherous hands on her.
"If you want, Sue," Sheila told her softly, "we can turn out the lights and you can undress in the dark."
Sue laughed, a delighted sound. "It's all right, Sheila. I'm not nervous. I've been broken in, very thoroughly. You can leave the lights on all night if you want."
George took a step toward the girl, but his wife stopped him with a withering look.
"Why don't you sit down, George?" she snapped. "I'll undress Sue. Okay, honey?"
Sue nodded eagerly. She liked Sheila Halsey at once, who reminded her faintly of her own mother. Beautiful figure, with luscious, proudly curved tits, narrow waist, sensuously molded hips and striking legs. And warm, very sexy eyes that almost ate you alive when they looked at you, sending delicious tingles over your flesh.
Her husband Sue could take or leave, although he wasn't bad looking and Vera had mentioned to Sue he was a decent lay, held his load back admirably.
Two possibilities were already playing in the girl's mind as Sheila stepped up to her and gently stroked her tits before taking her loose shirt off. Sue hadn't worn a bra, so her tits were super-sensitive, bulging out her shirt-front. She sucked in her breath sharply when the blonde reached inside her shirt and cupped both hot silky tits in her fingers, squeezing lewdly, yet with gentleness.
"Christ, that feels good!" Sue whispered and she suddenly wanted to go down on the sexy blonde very, very badly. She could see from Sheila's burning eyes the feeling was mutual.
The first possibility that whirled in Sue's mind was that Sheila might make it with her stepmother where Sue could watch. The two women were so physically different yet so sensuous in their own ways, Sue feverishly wanted to see Sheila and Vera kissing and hugging and eating each other.
Although she herself had swung wildly with Vera, there was a deep curiosity about watching the act, like a living movie. And you could step right into the screen and into the action when you got hot enough!
Second, Sue knew at once that she and Cindy were going to have sex. They liked each other at once, but more important, they were strongly attracted, very sexy to each other. Cindy seemed fantastically cute to Sue, cuddly, and hot shivers ran up Sue's spine when she thought about the plump girl sitting on her face.
They'd already decided that with a long, smoldering gaze in the living room.
But Sue wanted her father there too, wanted to see him driving his huge rod into Cindy's soft thighs, wanted to watch up close while he fucked her savagely. And not just watch either.
These madly arousing thoughts raced through the girl's mind as Sheila slipped off her shirt. Trembling with lust, the blonde reached down and sucked wantonly on one tit, while Sue moaned, shoving more of it in Sheila's wild mouth.
Completely ignored, George had already stripped and now sat naked on the bed, his eyes bulging and his prick pounding so hard he thought he would shoot off on the spot.
He'd seen women make it before on a couple of occasions. But they didn't look like this, his ripely curved blonde wife and a luscious young girl. George forgot his drink and his cigarette went ignored as Sheila sucked lustfully on Sue's plump tit, hugging it greedily in her fingers.
Then Sheila knelt in front of the moaning girl and unzipped her jeans, rolling her panties down along the way. Trembling wildly, Sue stepped out of them and now stood naked before the kneeling housewife, her curly cunt-hairs glistening with her excitement.
What followed startled even George. He knew his wife had made it with her daughter-and the bitch was hoarding her to herself! But until now he had no idea how lewd or obscenely passionate Sheila could be. On her knees, Sheila gripped Sue's naked ass in her hands and humbly licked her silky thighs, showering hot kisses all around her pussy, teasing the adolescent.
Sheila then turned Sue so that she was facing her creamy, luscious ass. She repeated the lustful ritual, licking her ass-crack to make the girl moan and shiver. Aroused wildly now, Sheila stood up and began stripping herself, unable to take her eyes off Sue's softly curved flesh, remarkably ripe for her tender age.
Eyes bulging, George gulped down his drink. He absolutely had to get back in Sheila's favor, even if he had to kiss her ass and eat crow. Christ, she was so exciting in action with girls his throbbing prick had become hair-trigger sensitive. If the delicious girl so much as looked at it now with those smoldering eyes he'd probably spray the bedroom with come!
Both of them were naked now and the contrast between Sheila's voluptuous body and Sue's budding, girlish curves fired their lust. Sheila led the trembling girl to the bed.
"Off," she snapped at George in a low voice. "Just watch until I tell you otherwise. Move, dummy!"
A hot indignation rose in George and he was on the verge of telling her to take a flying leap, shoving her aside and simply taking the juicy schoolgirl by force.
Instead he humbly went over to a chair facing the bed and sat in it, his face sullen. The bitter unfairness of it all made George almost choke on his Scotch. Shit, the whole brilliant idea had been his from the start, and this was his reward? His own wife treating him like a fucking flunkey, a turd, while she grabbed the hot goodies all to herself!
But George could not afford to tell Sheila off, and he knew it with painful clarity. She had him by his hairy balls and it hurt. She'd already made Cindy, his daughter too, and was undoubtedly sucking her off every night since they now slept together while he was left with his big dick in his hand, feverishly sniff- ing Cindy's panties.
And now Cindy wouldn't even talk to him, thanks to Sheila's bitchiness. Every time he managed to get his juicy little daughter alone, she warned him that if he so much as put a finger on her she'd scream and call the cops. Of all the rotten-assed tricks!
But George's sullen resentment quickly gave way to a fierce excitement as his wife climbed on top of the naked girl on the bed, rubbing her hot pussy to Sue's and Frenching her mouth, squeezing her ass, making lewd fucking motions until the girl was begging for it.
Now Sheila began the downward journey that was so familiar to her from exploring her daughter's sweet tits and thighs. She sucked on each of Sue's tits in turn, then licked at her belly with eager lust, then hunched between her trembling thighs, gazing into her pink sucking cunt with feverish anticipation.
"Eat it!" Sue whispered frantically, clutching the blonde's head and undulating her as wildly. "Please!"
With a sound of wanton hunger, Sheila crushed her mouth to Sue's pussy, burrowing deep, sucking her off without delicacy or frills, raping her savagely with her burning lips and tongue. And Sue was already beginning to come under the obscene assault, wailing and shuddering her ass and fucking Sheila's mouth with abandon.
His cock pounding and quivering painfully, George watched in total fascination. For years he could barely get a piece of ass off his wife without having to con her into it, for Christ's sake, and now she was going at a girl's hot pussy like it was the last meal on earth! Not that George blamed her, since Sue Carpenter was a sexy, luscious little thing, a screaming, squirming mass of throbbing cunt. She came all over Sheila's face, bouncing up and down on the mattress with mad ecstasy, but George still had trouble believing it.
He had to struggle to keep from trotting over to the bed and ramming his fleshy rod brutally deep up Sheila's gorgeous ass, naked and quivering with her delight. What could Vera have possibly done to her to turn his frigid, hung-up wife into a cunt-sucking maniac?
Technique, George thought desperately. That was it, the swinging brunette must know something about pussy-eating that was a fabulous secret. George doubted if shoving ice cream up a pussy and then licking it out was the whole secret, but he hadn't had a chance to test it yet, thanks to Sheila's bitchiness. He just had to find out how Vera did it or he'd go nuts.
Now his moaning blonde wife was reversing her body over the girl's, keeping her face locked to her steaming crotch. Eagerly, Sue tugged at Sheila's creamy ass and crushed her mouth to her throbbing slit, screaming with lust as Sheila's cunt-honey trickled into her mouth.
George had seen two women sixty-nining before, but this was the hottest, wildest spectacle he'd ever witnessed. A giant drop of jism oozed out of his inflamed prick as he gaped. They thrashed and heaved on the mattress, moaning and shuddering as they sucked each other off in a frenzy of excitement, a tangle of bouncing tits and asses and feverishly groping hands. They rolled over as George watched, so that Sue was on top sucking madly at Sheila's silky wet crotch, and George could see the delirious girl lashing her tongue up Sheila's asscrack, making his wife lift her trembling butt off the bed and wriggle it wildly.
Which left Sue's naked ass vulnerable, squirming with depraved bliss high in the air. George felt his lust boil up dangerously. A guy would have to be insane or stupid to pass up that invitation. Sheila would raise bloody hell if he didn't. Agonizing, George stared at the girl's beautifully curved ass, soft and silky, fat and juicy and irresistible.
Beneath Sue's dripping cunt, Sheila Halsey was in a wanton heaven all her own. She sucked and lapped with ravenous joy, realizing that no matter how delicious or succulent they might be, no two pussies were alike. This was only her third boiling feast, but already she was rapidly becoming an expert in taste and texture and fragrance, a gourmet of loving hot cunt.
Vera's had been madly exciting, not nearly as sweet and luscious as a young girl's but reeking with the essence of raw sex, of pussy in pure savage heat. You didn't really eat the sexy brunette, she raped your mouth in lewd gyrations and rubbing spasms. Her honey had an exotic taste, tinged with the flavor of hundreds of assorted hot cocks and girls' eager mouths, her pussy was coated with an eerie kind of sexual karma.
Her daughter Cindy's cherry had been delicious beyond words, dripping with innocent sweetness, squirming and sucking against her mouth with radiant happiness, not tinged with lust like Vera's but with purity and girlish delight. Cindy's darling little cunt had been the most vivid experience of Sheila's life and the lustful blonde now found that she couldn't sleep at night unless she first sucked Cindy off with passionate love licking her adorable asshole afterward for a nightcap.
Now Sue's boiling pussy rubbed madly to her mouth, gushing juice in frantic little torrents as she climaxed to Sheila's feverish kissing and sucking. Her slit too had its unique taste and fragrance, wild with eagerness, luscious in its lewd bliss, astonishingly hot and silky. Sheila was sorry that it wasn't an authentic cherry, but it was close, not yet tainted with an army of cocks and women's lust-crazed lips.
Like Cindy's, her tender asshole was surprisingly sweet and clean, too, only hotter and juicier than the girl's. You could actually taste Vera's sexy mouth here. Wherever she went, the wanton brunette left her mark, thought Sheila, wrapping her thighs feverishly around Sue's face as the girl sucked harder and faster.
Suddenly the blonde felt weight and movement behind her head and she realized with anger that George was joining in on the action. But this wasn't the time to bicker, not with a hot young pussy pumping on her mouth and coming in spasms.
Unable to contain his excitement any longer, George climbed onto the bed, kneeling behind Sue's naked ripe ass. Panting, he gripped a lush cheek in each hand and held them firmly as he guided his fiery cock-head directly against her tiny shitter. The cute pink slit wriggled in helplessness.
Then George slammed forward, a brutal thrust that plunged his prick in deep, that pierced her boiling young asshole like a blazing ram of lust. Oh juicy loving ass! thought George, gritting his teeth. Oh man, what a tender hot tunnel!
And as he stroked deep into her soft hole, Sue wriggled and screamed. He wasn't getting a cherry, her father had seen to that almost every night. But still the surprise and the gorged mass of throbbing cock in her bowels almost made the sobbing girl faint with pain.
Which quickly turned to lewd joy, the same strange breathless excitement she'd felt when her father raped her there. Only this was more exciting for Sue, because not only was there a huge rod pumping fiercely in her ass, there was a delicious pussy beneath her lips and a sexy blonde's mouth licking and sucking her crotch. She couldn't stop coming and couldn't catch her breath, a white-hot torture that was so intensely lewd and thrilling she quivered deliriously and sucked Sheila's cunt with renewed frenzy.
"Juicy ass!" groaned George, pistoning his rod in a fury of lust up her sweating cheeks. Watching her eat his wife's pussy at the same time fired his excitement too. In spite of his usual control, George was quickly getting his rocks off in her squirming asshole, grunting and gasping at the fiery, thrilling suction of her tunnel.
The stinging came flooding her buttocks turned the girl into a ravenous animal. She rammed and wriggled her tongue deep into Sheila's pussy in spasms of berserk lust, bringing a muffled scream from Sheila's throat.
All three of them were coming now, gasping and moaning obscenely, George hanging onto Sue's madly quivering ass while she sucked up his jism with her tight, juicy asshole, Sue grinding her exploding cunt lustfully to Sheila's eager face, the blonde housewife delirious as the girl sprayed her honey on her face and licked frantically at Sheila's spasming pussy.
Heaving for breath, George climbed off the bed, but still the two women stayed locked in sixty-nine, their wild passion subsiding by degrees, twitching and trembling until they disengaged.
After a few dazed minutes, Sheila turned to Sue. "Did he hurt you, honey?" she asked. "Did my husband hurt you?"
"Oh, no," Sue moaned, hugging her tits, squeezing Sheila's swollen mounds in her fingers. "I love that! My father does it to me all the time, Sheila. It feels so sticky and hot, so wild up there!"
George grinned with triumph at Sheila, but she ignored him. George didn't know it yet, but he was rapidly on the way out. Sheila had found that she really enjoyed screwing men for the first time in her life, but it was with Lloyd Carpenter she'd learned that, not her wimp of a husband.
George was not so much a victim of his own defects, since he was considered a good lay by most women. He was a victim of timing. After fourteen years of screwing his fiercely resistant wife, she'd suddenly been turned on by someone else, a woman first and then a man. And now she needed variety, lots of it to make up for the cold years of her locked-up lust.
She would have dumped George sooner or later anyway, just another drop in a tidal wave of breakups and divorces. But swinging provided Sheila with a good excuse.
For a steady companion she needed a younger stud now, twenty-four or five, someone who could satisfy Cindy as well as herself, well-hung for swapping purposes. And for three-somes with playful Cindy.
George's marriage was now another cabin on the Titanic, but he only vaguely sensed it. He was too caught up in the excitement of the moment, the wild arousal of watching his sexy wife suck off a beautiful girl, and to his surprise, play strange games with her as Sheila was doing now.
She'd placed Sue over her lap to spank her, her tits heaving fiercely as Sue's luscious cheeks turned crimson. Then Sheila hunched over to lick at her silky red ass-flesh, plunging her tongue up the girl's ass to make her cry with wanton happiness.
George was quickly hard again. Before Sheila could control the situation, Sue had grabbed George's long, quivering prick and was thrusting it in her mouth. George lay back on the mattress with his knees drawn up as Sue hunched between them, jerking his meat in her fist and licking his rod passionately.
As annoyed as Sheila was, she had to admit the sight of a lovely, naked girl feverishly sucking off her husband's stiff cock and licking at his balls eagerly was lewdly exciting. And Sue went at George's cock the same way she'd lustfully dug her mouth to Sheila's pussy, her sultry lips teasing and sucking his crimson cock with all her loving attention, gurgling sounds in her throat.
The girl would be fantastic with Cindy.
Not to be ignored, Sheila crawled on the bed behind Sue and began licking and kissing her hot ass, dipping a finger and then two into her luscious pussy, finger-fucking her with sensuous strokes while she bit folds of ass-flesh gently.
And again George was getting his rocks off in spite of his usual control, groaning as he fucked the girl's delicious hot mouth, goaded by the sight of his naked wife sucking on Sue's beautiful ass while she finger-fucked her, now pumping obscenely into her dripping cunt.
Delirious with excitement, Sue gagged as his boiling jism flooded her mouth, her orgasm shuddering on Sheila's stroking fingers. She'd loved it when the sexy blonde had spanked her, had gotten very hot. But anything Sheila Halsey did to her made her throb with lust.
George cursed himself for shooting off so quickly.
He slipped his cock out of Sue's mouth and climbed off the bed, going for another drink. He'd be good for at least two more comes, he knew, because the sight of his naked wife in action with a juicy young girl was the biggest turn-on of his life.
But they had all weekend, so what was the hurry?
When George came back, Sheila and Sue were lying side by side on the bed, kissing each other passionately while they masturbated each other. They moaned and swung their ripe asses and took turns sucking on each other's tits, one climbing on top and then the other.
Grinning, George raised his drink in a silent salute and gulped it. Terrfic party! Shit, he had nothing to worry about, George told himself. Sheila was just a little pissed at him these days. She'd straighten out in a little while, and then he and Sheila and his sweetly curved daughter would go at it like mad minks.
George was like a man standing on railroad tracks with his back to an oncoming freight train, his fingers jammed in his ears, telling himself everything was perfect.
Never very sensitive, George had his head so far up his ass he was peering at the world through his belly button. It was gone, all gone, but he couldn't see that. All he saw was Sheila and a gorgeous girl finger-fucking each other with torrid passion on the bed, coming all over each other with fierce moans and swinging hot asses.
And George told himself he was the genius behind it all, the master mind behind daughter-swapping.
Except he couldn't even make it with his own wife or daughter. He scowled at that thought, wondering what sweet little Cindy was doing at this moment, and with who.
Cindy was, at this moment, on the verge of losing her young mind, her tender flesh being shattered by the hottest, most depraved sex a young girl could take and survive.
CHAPTER SIX
Unlike Sue, Cindy was very nervous as Lloyd and Vera Carpenter led her into their bedroom. Shy to begin with, the young blonde now found herself blushing and trembling beneath Vera's hungry, luminous eyes.
"It'll be okay, honey," Vera told her softly, touching her cheek. The swinger sat down in an overstuffed chair facing the bed and gently pulled Cindy down on her lap, being careful not to use the slightest hint of force. The girl was frightened and wanted assurance first.
Lloyd had the good sense not to be pushy at a time like this. He and the cunning brunette were a perfect team when it came to threesomes, and Lloyd never competed with hot-lipped Vera over girls. Unless, of course, it was his own sexy daughter. Vera softened them up for Lloyd, primed their little cunts until they were nearly crazy with excitement. Then they took his long rod without a whimper.
Lloyd discretely went into the bathroom for a while, poring over Vera's magazines of hot young girls in action with swingers like his wife. Vera could make a good living doing this, he thought, except that she'd wear out all the models overnight, suck them off until the softly curved adolescents were hysterical wrecks.
In the bedroom Vera held Cindy and stroked her affectionately for a few minutes, soothing her down and heating her up at the same time. Unlike Sue, Cindy had dressed very prettily and was made up like a little Barbie doll-sheer blouse with a lacy bra underneath, white miniskirt, misty black nylons and heels. A yummy angel-pussy if Vera ever saw one, a miniature version of her hotly sexy mother.
"You've never made it with a man yet, have you?" Vera asked her softly, rubbing her belly.
"No," Cindy whispered, blushing. She had her arms around Vera's neck and she gently squirmed her warm ass on the brunette, so that Vera's cunt throbbed with fire, soaking her panties. "Just my mommy," Cindy added.
So Sheila had wisely told George to fuck off, Vera thought with a grin. Which would make Lloyd the first, which would please the egotistical bastard no end.
"Know what I'm going to do?" Vera whispered in her ear, snaking her tongue there for a moment to make the girl shiver with pleasure.
"I'm going to suck your hot little tits first and then I'm going to bite your yummy cute ass and then I'm going to kiss your poo-poo until it falls off," Vera said solemnly.
Cindy giggled with delight and hugged Vera, who had a diabolical way with girls. She'd never read the poet of love, Ovid, but she instinctively knew that a laugh was worth a thousand words. Make 'em giggle and they relax. When they relax, their juices flowed. And when the honey came pouring out, you were down there to suck it up in greedy gulps.
Vera could have given lessons in seduction to boys and awkward men, but why bother when you could take the rewards for yourself?
Now the brunette trailed her fingers beneath Cindy's dress and teased her wet crotch through her panties while she Frenched the trembling girl. Christ it was going to be a tongue-twister! A hot, squirming little animal if Vera ever felt one, throbbing eagerly against the swinger's teasing fingertips, pulsing with all the fiery passion of awakening sex-glands, oozing her juices all over her plump thighs.
Moving slowly and tenderly, the seething brunette had the girl naked in ten minutes and herself in two minutes. Lloyd had reentered the room naked, but he was as unobtrusive as possible, watching from a chair as Vera gave the sobbing girl an around-the-world job, covering every inch of her tawny flesh with kisses and sucks and teasing bites, until Cindy was crying and undulating her ass in a fever.
Then the swinger went to town on her partner, kneeling on the floor beside the bed while Cindy lay back with her ass on the edge of the mattress, legs spread out.
And while the girl knew nothing about the finer points of technique, knew only that her own mother had given her a series of fantastic, thrilling blow jobs that left her dazed and her pussy glowing hotly for hours, what the lustful brunette did to her made her cunt seem like an innocent cherry all over again.
Vera gave Cindy her "combo," a combination of furious clit-sucking and deep, torrid finger-fucking that made the girl get her rocks off in a series of shattering explosions. Soon she was tugging at Vera's hair frantically and bouncing her naked ass in mad spasms of bliss, screaming for mercy.
The climax of Vera's combo was two fingers crammed up Cindy's juicy tight slit while her thumb slipped up the girl's asshole and wriggled around. At the same time Vera planted her lips firmly on her tiny button and wriggled her head wildly from side to side. The effect was devastating on Cindy's tender pussy, and she dug her bare heels into Vera's shoulders and jerked in convulsions of ecstasy, sheets of fire sweeping through her loins, profound lust boiling up in her cunt to explode with savage joy.
Watching his wife give the luscious little blonde her best blow job, Lloyd shook his head and sighed. Vera was a very hard number to follow when she did that. You needed a dick with warts and a feather growing out of your knob to top that one.
And Vera hadn't even begun yet, not really. Wait till she got to her dildo and knotted scarves. But seeing his fierce, hot-lipped wife in action with girls always got Lloyd's cock up to its very limit. When Vera finally released the shuddering girl and stood up, smacking her lips and sighing, Lloyd went over to the bed.
"Give her a couple minutes," Vera told him, calmly licking pussy-juice off her fingers. "She's yummy! I'll bet Sheila wakes up about three times a night for snacks."
Which was why Lloyd's daughter was still sleeping with him every night, for protection as well as satisfaction.
Casually smoking a cigarette, Lloyd lay back on the bed with his huge red cock looming out, the tiny purple veins throbbing with power. He hadn't screwed Sue last night because he wanted to be in top shape for the weekend. All three of them, he, Vera and his daughter, were all hotter than firecrackers.
When Cindy had caught her breath and sat up, dazed and softly panting, Vera tenderly got her in position on Lloyd. She knew her husband wanted to ram his massive prick to the girl dog-style, his favorite, but she wouldn't allow that yet, not with Cindy. They were going to break her into three-somes gently-at first.
Vera did not know that Sheila had used a vibrator on the girl so that her tiny pussy was used to stretching for heavy action. Cindy had already gotten to love the gorged feel of the humming vibrator pumping deep inside her slit, and it was only going to be a transition to a live, throbbing cock.
And it was much more fun with the sexy brunette hugging and kissing her as Vera showed her how to straddle Lloyd's hips, how to hold his pounding prick in her fingers so she could hover over it and tease her sucking cunt-lips with the flaming knob.
Carefully, Cindy held her breath as she slid down two inches on Lloyd's hard-on. Instantly she shuddered with excitement, at the discovery that hot meat was far more thrilling than a vibrator.
"Wild little cunt!" Lloyd gasped with pleasure. He kept his hips still to let Cindy control her own pleasure, playing with her satiny tits meanwhile. Behind the moaning girl, Vera lay sprawled on her belly, teasing Cindy's ass-crack with her tongue and stroking her ass and thighs with obscene enjoyment. She also had a close-up view of Lloyd's crimson rod being slowly swallowed up in the girl's, hotly sucking cunt, which reminded Vera that she had yet to get her own rocks off. Her pussy was throbbing almost painfully now, but she could wait for the best, which would be Cindy's juicy little mouth digging into it.
"Oh it's fun!" gasped Cindy, working her slit cautiously down on Lloyd's pounding hardon. Wild shivers of delight tingled through her naked ass as Vera teased it wetly, flicking her long tongue inside to make Cindy squeal.
She's a honey, Lloyd thought, groaning as the girl pumped faster on his rod, powerful spasms of lust gripping his shaft. And she was very pretty too as she faced him, her eyes rolling and her lips parted, her blossoming tits heaving in his fingers. She would be striking when she grew up, like her mother. But Jesus, he wanted to ravage her dog-style, then ram his meat up her gorgeous young ass with all his might!
And he would, with relish, as the weekend wore on, provided Vera didn't go ape with her goddamn dildo and put the innocent thing in a straightjacket.
Lloyd closed his eyes, smiled and immersed himself in the delicious sensations of luscious young pussy sliding up and down on his rod, sparking ripples of intense pleasure. She was a terrific little fuck, not wanton or artistic or wild, just a fabulous hot cunt, silky and greedy as it wriggled and sucked deeper and harder.
As big a turkey as George was, his inspiration for daughter-swapping was nothing less than brilliant. And Lloyd was quickly getting spoiled by his daughter, because he now was losing interest in horny housewives and ordinary swaps. He craved young stuff constantly now, sweet little pussy and girlish cries of passion, ripening young tits and adorable asses.
And his daughter was the ticket that would get him an endless stream of tender ass. All he had to do was keep Vera at bay, letting her have Sue occasionally and being on guard when she did make it with the girl so that she wouldn't pull any of her crazy shit.
Cindy was coming on his cock now, panting furiously and issuing soft screams, her tight, fiery crack spasming fiercely on Lloyd's hard-on. As Lloyd peered down he saw why. Vera was stroking her clit-bud rapidly and snaking her tongue up the girl's ass at the same time, giving her an overwhelming variety of sensations.
Then Cindy was collapsing on him, biting his lips and clawing at his shoulders as she climaxed in molten waves. Lloyd gasped, feeling his jism being ferociously sucked out of him by her frantic pussy, feeling his balls being jiggled and squeezed by Vera, and his load shot out in great creamy spurts that made his mind reel.
What cunt! Tighter, hotter, wilder than his own daughter's juicy slit! Jesus, if Lloyd was her father he'd screw himself into an early grave, but what a way to go.
But he knew that Vera, with typical cunning, was making him get his rocks off much faster than usual so she could have Cindy all to herself, for her own bizarre games. That's why she'd joined in so eagerly, firing up Cindy and urging her to trigger Lloyd's climax.
What Lloyd wanted next was Cindy's sweet mouth whipping on his rod, but first they would have their usual cigarette-and-drink break.
During intermission, Vera had Cindy sit on her naked lap and all the while they chatted she caressed the girl's flesh, playing with her tits and belly and ass, keeping up a never-ending pressure to keep the girl intensely aroused.
The swinging brunette was much hotter than usual, because she'd been unable to vent her feverish lust on Sue, hadn't been able to play the games she wanted with Lloyd's daughter. He wouldn't have it.
So Cindy was going to get the brunt of her strange urges. Vera was keeping her extremely hot, tonguing the nape of her neck, lewdly fondling her tits and teasing the sensitive area around her pink little pussy, rubbing her throbbing cunt to the girl's naked plump ass while Vera casually talked with Lloyd.
Which gave Lloyd an enormous hard-on, because you just couldn't find anything sexier in action that his slender, silky wife with a beautiful young girl like Cindy. Vera was a bigger pussy-freak than he was, if that was possible.
Now Vera was whispering in Cindy's ear and the girl was staring at Lloyd's thick rod. She nodded, and Lloyd knew what Vera had told her. He went to the bed and sat with his back against the headboard, his knees drawn up and parted.
Cindy was crawling up on the bed, then crouching between his thighs. Hesitantly, she grabbed his cock and her tongue darted out and licked the knob, as if testing. With a soft moan, the girl shoved his prick in her churning mouth and began working her tongue and lips on it, clumsily at first.
Holding her head in his hands, Lloyd encouraged her. "That's it, baby, mmmmmm! Harder now, yeah, use your tongue, Cindy, swirl it around. Aaaaah! You're getting it, baby, not too fast, slow and tight and hot, yessssss ..."
Afraid at first, Cindy quickly found she liked it, although she almost choked in her eagerness. She loved the feel of his prick pounding hotly in her fist, the way the pungent flesh gorged her mouth, quivering with raw power. She knew she was learning because Lloyd was groaning and his cock was getting harder and bigger in her boiling mouth. Once Cindy started blowing Lloyd, Vera wasted no time. She went to the dresser and got out her enormous dildo and the knotted scarves. Her eyes gleamed on the girl's plump, silky ass and sucking pussy as she strapped on the dildo. Only Cindy's mouth was busy. The rest of her young body was wide open for anything.
The panting brunette climbed on top of Cindy, but kept the dildo from touching her yet. As the moaning girl sucked Vera's husband off with feverish concentration, Vera took one of the knotted scarves and carefully started inserting it in Cindy's tiny asshole.
At first, Cindy stiffened, but then she relaxed, trusting the wanton swinger.
That was her first mistake.
Shoving almost the entire silk scarf up Cindy's tender butt, with a three-inch tail sticking out like a red banner, Vera now switched on the humming cock.
She paused to wad the other scarf up her own asshole, sucking in her breath at the exciting pressure. The tight ball up Cindy's ass created an intense erotic feeling, causing her pussy-muscles to tighten up. But Cindy liked the feeling, recalling how lustful it felt when Vera rammed her thumb up her shitter while Cindy was coming in shattering waves.
Vera eased the head of the massive dildo into Cindy's juicy cunt-flesh and instantly Cindy shuddered and sucked faster and harder on Lloyd's throbbing prick. She thought it was a vibrator at first. But this was different, much more exciting and thrilling, shooting an intense friction up her madly pulsing cunt. The roughened pimples on the curved dildo sparked wild, breathtaking sensations.
Now the brunette began fucking the girl to a steady, sensuous rhythm, easing more of the cock in by gradual degrees. Mounting Cindy from behind, she could feel the girl's hot naked ass squirming to her belly and it felt obscenely wonderful, like Cindy's feverish tits in her fingers. God, she loved to fuck sexy young girls! Her own pussy was throbbing with hot urgency. But Vera liked the tense, edgy feel, the seething frustration, because it heightened her awareness.
And made her explosively dangerous.
Whipping her mouth up and down on Lloyd's thick rod, Cindy moaned fiercely in her throat as all the lustful sensations assailed her at once. Lloyd's huge cock pounded in her mouth. The obscene pressure of the scarf rammed up her asshole, the savagely wild feel of the long dildo pumping relentlessly up her eager pussy, Vera's hot naked tits digging into her back, all these lewd, maddeningly hot feelings raced through her tawny flesh, causing her to gush a small flood of honey over the humming prick.
Then Cindy was coming, gushing torrents of cunt-juice, screaming as Vera plunged harder, almost brutally inside her tight slit.
Lloyd was having trouble holding his load back as he watched his wife savagely screw the girl. The harder Vera pistoned, the hotter and hungrier were Cindy's lips on his cock. Her boiling mouth was a frenzy of wet, sucking power when she started coming.
The lust-crazed brunette had found her pace now, ramming the helpless girl deeper with each thrust. Swinging her hips to a furious rhythm, she bit her shoulder and stroked her tits and ground her own soaked cunt to Cindy's trembling ass. Gorging her cruelly now, Vera knew how shattering and profound the thrills were inside Cindy's ravaged pussy.
The rough surface of the dildo was driving Cindy to the point of madness, tickling and exciting her inflamed loins until her entire body was covered with goose-bumps and sweat. And the tight pressure up her ass from the knotted scarf was adding to her uncontrollable tension. She couldn't stop climaxing, and her mind was beginning to teeter and spin out of control.
There was a brief distraction when Lloyd shot off in her feverish mouth, making Cindy gag on the thick, salty jism. Her taste buds thrilled at the new sensation, her throat gulping it down as fast as she could while Lloyd gasped and groaned with relief.
But when he slipped his limp dick out of her mouth there were no more distractions. Now Cindy clawed desperately at the bedsheets beneath her, sobbing hysterically, the brutal, grinding cock up her tender pussy exploding fierce orgasms inside her like fireworks.
And the crazed brunette was biting her neck painfully now, squeezing her tits with savage fingers, pistoning to a relentless fury. She fucked the helpless, screaming girl with depraved triumph, beginning to get her own rocks off at the feel of Cindy's delicious, squirming hot ass and tits, at the sound of her agonized cries.
"Just the beginning!" gasped Vera in her ear, her eyes blazing. "There's more coming! Vera is crazy about you, darling! Wants you to be happy! Take this! And this!"
Violent spasms ripped through Cindy's flesh as each orgasm grew wilder, more shattering, as the delirious swinger tore into her throbbing pussy with ferocious lust. And then Vera was tugging at Cindy's hips, forcing her to crouch on all fours on the mattress, kneeling behind her and tormenting her ass-flesh with brutal fingers as she began ravaging Cindy dog-style.
Casually, Lloyd watched his frenzied wife stroke insanely into the helpless, screaming girl. Vera's tits heaved madly and her face contorted with obscene glory. Vera was coming from sheer depravity, he knew, whipping that monstrous dick into Cindy's helpless pussy like a vengeful battering ram. And when his sex-crazed wife got like this, there was nothing to do but let her madness run its course.
Then Lloyd saw the curious change in the girl. He watched in fascination as her cringing posture began to change into hysterical excitement, then naked, raw lust, until Cindy was jerking her ass back to meet the gigantic cock with feverish delight.
Cindy's ass slapped violently against Vera's naked belly and her flesh shuddered insanely. Something had snapped inside her brain and now she loved the gorging agony ripping deep inside her tight silken cunt, craved more pain, more hot, endless dick battering her fiercely coming pussy.
And the feverish brunette was giving it to her, with everything she had.
The sheer depravity of it had Lloyd's cock up again in two minutes. He got onto the bed behind Vera and grabbed the tail of the scarf sticking out her ass.
When he jerked it out, Vera shook from head to toe and almost fainted. The sudden ripping sensation in her asshole as the knots tore against her anal slit took her breath away and triggered a devastating climax in her frantic pussy.
But Vera didn't miss a stroke inside Cindy's spasming cunt. The next thing the moaning brunette knew, her husband had rammed his immense hard-on up her asshole in place of the scarf. The searing cock sparked a profound new excitement inside her. She attacked Cindy with a renewed fury, knowing she mustn't do what she wanted to do, mustn't give into the dangerous, obscene impulse.
But as Lloyd pumped his long rod deep inside her trembling ass, Vera gave into it, wanting only, she told herself, to give Cindy the same beautiful thrills.
First she waited until Cindy was trembling insanely, coming in wild spasms on the colossal dildo. Then Vera gripped the red tail of the scarf tightly knotted up the girl's ass and jerked it out savagely.
A climax so intense, so brutal and so nerve-shattering tore through Cindy's loins she had the eerie sensation she'd died from coming.
Then in quick succession, pushing the breath from Cindy's lungs and making her body tingle deliriously from head to toe, Vera tore out the dildo from her pussy.
And slammed it into Cindy's tender little asshole.
Even as the girl lost consciousness from the blazing agony up her ass, her body continued to jerk and twitch on all fours with a lust-maddened reflex of its own. When Cindy came to a few moments later she felt an incredible torture pumping deep in her bowels. Her helpless, shocked mind told her to accept it eagerly, to swing her hips feverishly, to meet the wanton brunette's fury with a fury all her own.
Cindy could not know what Vera wanted. So she would give the crazed swinger everything she had, desperately hoping that ultimate sacrifice would appease her.
The bedroom quickly became a bedlam of lust, with Lloyd savagely raping Vera's slender ass, while the delirious housewife impaled Cindy's ripe butt with her gigantic, quivering dildo. Beneath the three of them the mattress shook, as if this orgy was the final straw and it would collapse.
There was pussy-blood on the humming dildo, and this sight excited Vera so much she came in shattering waves of pleasure. Her boiling asshole sucked the creamy power from her husband's balls until the delicious sticky flood in her ass seemed to appease her, to calm her depraved fury.
But when she began to withdraw the monstrous cock from Cindy's silken ass, the girl screamed in protest. By now, she was hysterical with passion gone berserk. She craved the blazing mass of anguish up her ass, had learned too quickly that raw hot pain could become blissful ecstasy.
For another five minutes Vera pistoned the raging dildo up her sweating cheeks and then had to slip it out. She herself was exhausted.
While Vera collapsed on the bed, Cindy continued to sob and hunch on all fours and jerk in lustful spasms. Slowly the girl calmed down and then huddled in the brunette's arms, twitching and moaning incoherently.
Cindy had made the transition from sweet, sensuous sex with her own beautiful mother to violent, hardcore lust with a hotly swinging couple.
She would never again be the same.
CHAPTER SEVEN
At two in the morning, Cindy, who'd never gone to sleep but just pretended, dozing between Vera and Lloyd in bed, quietly got up and padded, naked, into the guest bedroom.
Very quietly, she wakened Sue.
The naked girls went into Sue's bedroom and bolted the door. Then they lay on top of Sue's bed, hugging and kissing each other with torrid passion. First, Sue finger-fucked the girl until Cindy came in wanton shudders of delight on her stroking fingers.
Then Cindy went down on Sue, a profound bond of sexual love growing between the two girls with each passing minute. Between Sue's ripe thighs, Cindy sucked her off with every trick she'd learned from Vera, smearing her face with Sue's delicious cunt-honey in a baptism of lust.
From Sue's juicy throbbing slit Cindy went to the moaning girl's asshole, which she lewdly sucked and kissed and tongued for ten full minutes, until Sue thought she would faint with joy.
Then the eager girls tried sixty-nine and for an hour they explored each other in a leisurely, dreamy tempo, almost idly sucking each other off. They teased each other in a contest of tantalizing thrills, seeing how long they could take to give each other orgasms.
Because Sue's tits were so ripely developed for her age but Cindy's were not, the older girl showed her how Cindy could sensuously ride her tit to have a climax. Sue discovered she liked it, shivered with delight as a wet, pulsing cunt rubbed and wriggled on her nipple, oozing its honey down over her tit to make it tingle.
Afterward, they giggled and talked for hours, planning to get boyfriends and swap them off and have wanton orgies together without their parents' knowledge.
Neither girl had ever had a sister and a genuine affection quickly rose between them them, much stronger than sisters because they shared hot, thrilling sex together.
Then Cindy confessed she had a strange urge. She wanted to tie Sue down and tease her with her tongue and fingers, a harmless game she promised. Quickly, the girl agreed.
At five-thirty in the morning, Sue went to find nylon cords while Cindy very cautiously crept back into the Carpenter's bedroom. She took the immense dildo and the knotted scarves and hid them under Sue's bed while the girl was still searching for rope.
When she found some and they'd cut it into short lengths, Cindy tied the older girl down on her back, so that her wrists and ankles were spreadeagled. Then Cindy cut off some adhesive tape, which she'd found in the medicine cabinet. She told Sue it was only because she'd probably scream with excitement and they didn't want to wake the house . . .
Now Sue was not only helplessly bound but gagged.
Staring down at her, Cindy felt a hot, fierce singing in her blood and she wondered if this is the way Vera felt when she'd tortured her so savagely.
Cindy began innocently enough, giving Sue a tongue-bath all over her naked silky flesh, until Sue was trembling and jerking her dripping pussy in a frantic plea.
Only then did Cindy take the dildo and the knotted scarves out from under the bed. Sue's eyes grew huge with surprise and then slowly rising terror as Cindy strapped the dildo on, her eyes blazing with an eerie light the older girl hadn't seen before. Smiling, Cindy wadded up one scarf and rammed it up Sue's asshole, then repeated the ritual with her own hole.
Then Cindy mounted the bound girl, smiling down at her as Sue moaned in terror beneath the gag. For a few minutes Cindy teased them both, brushing the quivering head of the giant cock to her cunt-lips, rubbing her naked tits lewdly to Sue's, slithering her tongue in her ear.
"I'm only doing this to make you happy,"
Cindy whispered in a voice that sent shivers of panic up Sue's spine.
"This is for your own good, Sue. That's what Vera told me, you know. I'm only going to do to you what your stepmother did to me, darling. You're gonna love it! Now hang on, honey ..."
And with a slow, hotly sensuous thrust of the massive prick, Cindy began her nightmare of terror for the helplessly tied girl.
Something had snapped in her brain when Vera was torturing her and the young blonde no longer had any control over her own violent urges. With a cunning that the brunette would admire, she'd sucked Sue in to a trap, having delicious sex with her so Sue would trust her completely. Now the truth was out. Cindy was no longer Cindy, the wide-eyed, trusting and eager innocent. She was unconsciously imitating Vera in every detail, tormenting Sue with taunts as she raped her tender pussy to a quickening, brutal rhythm, until Sue was screaming wildly against her gag and straining with all her might at her bonds.
And, like Cindy earlier, she couldn't stop coming.
After forty-five hysterical, terrifying, and yet fantastically lustful minutes, Cindy jerked out the scarf wadded up in Sue's asshole and rammed the dildo in its place.
And with insane delight, Cindy raped her there with all the power in her young hips, taking care to keep her head up and away from Sue's sharp frenzied teeth. Both their naked bodies drenched in sweat. Then, finally, Sue fainted.
Just as Vera took no mercy on her, Cindy continued her massive rape, a storm of violence and depravity in her blood, her mind whirling with sheer icy vengeance . . .
Lloyd didn't break into Sue's bedroom until one the next afternoon. They correctly figured that the girls had cloistered themselves in Sue's bedroom to have a private wild session of their own, but when repeated knocking didn't get any response at noon, they finally decided they'd better have a look.
It was a look none of them would forget.
Sue was still tied down on the bed, an expression of sheer horror on her face. Cindy was dreamily tit-fucking Lloyd's daughter, still unable to get enough after Vera's strange torment, feeling as if the fire in her smoldering loins would never go out.
That spectacle abruptly ended the weekend orgy ahead of time.
But the after effects of that shattering night went on and on, a chain reaction of events that changed all their destinies.
It was two weeks before Sue could have sex with her father again, and another week before she allowed Vera to tenderly go down on her. Very tenderly. The mere sight of a rope made her shudder in terror.
Lloyd personally destroyed the huge dildo with his buzz-saw in the garage, slicing it into fragments and throwing it in the trash. Vera would just have to get her kicks like everyone else as long as she stayed in that house, with the equipment Nature gave her.
Secretly, Vera replaced the giant cock but kept it hidden. It would be used for private sessions. Sue would be all right in time, she knew. She just couldn't take a little bizarre fun, poor thing . . .
But the Carpenters were now thoroughly into daughter-swapping, although they cut off all contact with the Haleys. Sheila was fantastic and they'd miss her, but her angel-faced daughter was a menace! And, Vera sighed with regret, a luscious, hot-pussied memory now.
That same week George finally got the rather blunt message from his wife and he moved out, to a motel room. Sheila disciplined her daughter viciously for what she'd done to the Carpenter girl, and Cindy cried and begged forgiveness and finally Sheila gave it to her.
But she kept a very, very sharp eye on Cindy when they started partying again with other girls and couples. Because both of them knew the wide-eyed, sweet-lipped girl was not quite right in the head any more, not when it came to sex.
That eerie demon inside Cindy would come out again, they both knew. It was just a matter of time and opportunity. Sheila could only wait and wonder and give her daughter all the hot reassurance she needed, down between her plump, juicy thighs morning and night, like medicine.
And George, the inspired master mind behind it all, bounced back with his usual good cheer and glib bullshit after a week of sullen depression. Well, shit, Sheila and Cindy and Vera and Sue weren't the only swinging asses in creation. There was a whole world full of it out there, beautiful tits and lovely asses and juicy, eager pussies. George told himself that over and over and over, until his spirits rose high and his cock even higher. After all, he was a super-hot salesman, the best, by God. If George couldn't talk them out of it, not even the devil could.
With that courageous decision, George immediately stocked up on ice cream, Cherry Delight by the gallon, and went out to meet the dawn of his wild new sex-life.
And while the world's greatest salesman got his share of rude rejections, he also made his quota of sales, knowing from experience that persistence always won out in the long run.
Only after eating out a greater many cold and sticky and nauseatingly sweet pussies, none of whom ever came back for seconds, did George begin to wonder if that horny bitch Vera had told him the truth.
How many cunts could you cram full of Cherry Delight before learning the awful truth?
One hell of a lot, George learned. He may have been a turkey, but there were a hell of a lot of dumb broads in this world who actually let him pack ice cream up their shocked, numb pussies and greedily lick it out.
